Bog Child by Siobhan Dowd - I've only just started it, but it's good so far.
I've now finished and was very impressed. SD's first novel (published at an age older than I am now - that gives me hope
) was A Swift Pure Cry, which I liked well enough. But this is better...seems more substantial (though it's about the same wordcount, around 65k) and developed. The writing style reminded me of another Irish (non-YA) writer, Jennifer Johnston, who's long been a favourite of mine. It's also proof - if any were needed - that there need be no essential difference between an upper-end YA and an adult novel: in complexity of theme, subtlety of expression, use of the English language. The only difference between this and an adult novel is that the protagonist is eighteen (with a coming-of-age theme) and the shorter wordcount. SD also expects the reader to pick up references which today's 12-year-old might not do - though nowadays, if you don't know who Olga Korbut or George Best were (for example) a quick trip to Wikipedia will sort you out.
Bog Child is set in Ireland (near the North/South border) in 1981, with the IRA hunger strikes going on in the background. Fergus's brother (a fictional character, though the strike was real) is on the strike. Fergus and his uncle, out one morning to dig up peat, unearth the body of what appears to be a young girl...whose body appears to have been interred in the bog some 1900 years before.
This is Dowd's third novel. Her second was
The London Eye Mystery, which is more middle-grade, and I haven't read it yet. Her next one,
Solace of the Road, is out next year and the tragedy is that there won't be any more after that. Siobhan Dowd died in August 2007 of breast cancer, aged just 47, and
Bog Child was published posthumously. I can't help wondering what we might have had to look forward to if she had lived.