Barry's story brought me aboard the Titanic as a first-class passenger as he left Ireland and his grandparents behind to go live with his parents, who had virtually no relationship with. This book is more of a middle school /young adult read, but I believe people of all ages would be touched by this story of tragedy.
Worst Titanic book I ever read: the very little plot that there was, had superstitions and rude underhanded behaviours and was only about the boat. I hated the superstitions...a fortune teller steward, premonitions and comparisons of the ship Titan to Titanic...I believe for the most part historians believe most all the world thought this boat unsinkable and the slight hint of "premonitions" to only took away from the story. This was the only bit of interest in the entire book, in my opinion, was that of the class differences.
When I finally got a chance to read it, I remember really liking it, but now I don't remember if that was because the book was any good, or if I was just in love with it because it talked about the Titanic.
There were two swear words near the end of the book, which honestly could have been left out.
Fifteen-year-old Barry O'Neil is traveling from Ireland to America on the maiden voyage of the Titanic.
It would be great social studies or research project resource.
But what really makes this book something I could continuously read out of pleasure is the characters.
Bunting went to school in Ireland and grew up with storytelling. In Ireland, There used to be Shanachies the shanachie was a storyteller who went from house to house telling his tales of ghosts and fairies, of old Irish heroes and battles still to be won.