Lucky Girl - Completed

I never lived by the coast, but some relatives and family friends did, so I spent plenty of summers exploring the local strands there. Nowadays, if I don’t get to feel the ocean breeze -or sometimes better still, gale force winds- against my skin at least a couple of times a year I’m afraid I’ll be losing my mind. I hope the South East will always hold on to its own, distinctive magic.

I figured you merged existing locations into unique, fictional areas, which I think is excellent as in general this gives us so much more create freedom.

Argh, of course, Oxygen! I was on the fence about the music festival: on the one hand I thought, well, music festival in Laois = Stradbally = Electric Picnic. On the other hand I can’t remember Foo Fighters ever playing at the Picnic, but they did indeed at Oxegen ( which was at the racecourse in Kildare). The festival was called Witnness before that. I apologize for getting into such specific details. Just got a bit excited. I guess I’m old-ish. I’m from the Grunge era. ?

As for the story, it is interesting to read it from a (Irish?) male perspective. I almost feel like an intruder, getting access to the minds of these teenage girls. Poor souls, they’re so harsh on themselves!
I can definitely sympathize with some of the male characters, even though in certain instances this may seem a little outrageous. For example, I wonder why the father behaves this way, what’s going on in this man’s head? I believe that in general, Irish men don’t talk much about their feelings to anyone (guilty), at least not directly or when sober, which can be extremely problematic for absolutely everyone involved.

Coming of age angst is such a complex concept and I suppose we’ve all expressed it in different ways. You capture this very well in your story.
I’m looking forward to seeing how Evie’s narrative unfolds. I hope she’ll be ok!