About the book: Israel Armstrong is a passionate soul, lured to Ireland by the promise of an exciting new career. Alas, the job that awaits him is not quite what he has in mind. Still, Israel is not one to dwell on disappointment, as he prepares to drive a mobile library around a small, damp Irish town. After all, the scenery is lovely, the people are charming–but where are the books? The rolling library’s 15,000 volumes have mysteriously gone missing, and it’s up to Israel to discover who would steal them…and why. And perhaps, after that, he will tackle other bizarre and perplexing local mysteries–like, where does one go to find a proper cappuccino and a decent newspaper?
One thing is certain, I love books but I wouldn’t want to be Israel Armstrong, not when it seems that everyone and everything is set to show you that you do not belong- and worst of all fifteen thousand books are missing and no one wants to say what they know about it.
There is something about Israel, that he comes off as passive-as a pushover, and I could not empathize with him or find myself rooting for him.
His encounters with the locals was fun to read. I cringed at some and cherished a few towards the end, but all in all, this was a much needed break from a busy morning work schedule.
“It’s definitely easier said than done, finding fifteen thousand missing library books, by yourself, in a place you don’t know, among people you don’t trust and who don’t trust you, and in clothes that are not your own…”