Ballymun had a quality of its own, it had sparkle and wit and an undeniable sense of community in spite of how the media portrayed it. Neighbours kept an eye out for the children, children who are now adults with magical memories of CB radios, dangerous games and loyal friends.
Lynn Connolly writes from the perspective of a Ballymunner, not as someone reporting for the newspapers. The story comes alive as it follows the development of a person - herself - being formed in a context which she recalls with affection, gratitude and warmth.
The Mun is a unique book, about a unique place now transformed forever.