A masterly evocation of his early life in Cumbria . . . Bragg's book, the best thing he's ever written, imbues the overused literary adjective "piercing" with real meaning . . . I can't hope to capture, in the space I have here, this book's extraordinary geography, let alone its strange, inchoate beauty: the way that Bragg, in his struggle fully to explain his meaning, so often hits on something wise and even numinous (when he does, it's as if a bell sounds). All I can say is that I loved it. Somehow - those tears again! - it brought things back to me, and by doing so, it made me remember what's really important in life; how glad I am myself to be tethered to certain people, certain places. Rachel Cooke Observer