This is the sequel to Frank McCourt's autobiography, Angela's Ashes. It's a longer tale, covering a much longer period of time, and picks up pretty much the next day after the first book (I wondered if it wasn't originally one book, because the name of the second book is actually the last word in the first, and Angela's ashes are a factor in the second book rather than the first. And while the tone is somewhat the same, it seems as much a tale of regret as the first one was a tale of triumph. Which would be fine, if it didn't drag as it does. This second book lacks the appeal of the first, and is a lot more work to get through. I think Angela's Ashes stands on its own, and that the reader is better off without wading through this unhappy work.