Skeletons leap from suburban closets in Bookworms, Bernard Farrell’s hilarious and razor-sharp vision of a household savaged by the Celtic Tiger.

‘….and Larry, let’s try to show everybody that, recession or no recession, we are contented, confident and happy – and that this evening is going to be fun!”

This month’s Book Club hostess Ann is struggling to stay calm, desperate to deliver the perfect evening of literary classics and late-night canapés. But when the all-female group invite their husbands to join the club, and a mysterious figure pays a visit from an upstairs room, everyone is forced to contend with a lot more than just Virginia Woolf.

Opinions are challenged, suspicions aroused and tempers flare as their daily lives unravel into a saga to rival even the most outrageous fiction.