When bike blue book was discovered by bike racer it is now the favourite of the Irish cyclists

JACOB BOOK, owner of the book shop, found a bicycle blue book in the wreckage of a crashed vehicle.

“When I came out I saw a book in one of the puddles,” he said.

Mr Book said the book had been found in a puddle of water at the side of a road and was worth more than €1,000. “

It was just a beautiful thing, it’s just a book that was lying there.”

Mr Book said the book had been found in a puddle of water at the side of a road and was worth more than €1,000.

He said the bike race had started in Kilkenny on the day it crashed.

It was the first crash in his history and he had been racing with the team of Jockey and Bicyclist and had raced with his father, the bookseller, when the accident happened.

He and his father are still racing.

“The accident was absolutely horrible.

I think we had to use the bike to get back home and we were still in the water,” he told RTE’s Today programme.

“We’re all in shock.

I have a lot of family and friends in hospital and I don’t want to forget them.”

The bookseller has donated the book to the Irish Museum of Science and History and it is on display there.

He was interviewed on Sunday by Radio Foyle ahead of the exhibition.

When I’m a grown-up, I’ll be a book reviewer

I have the ability to review books.

It’s part of the job description, but my parents had it in a very different way.

For decades, my family was the most-read family in the country, and I remember vividly the excitement and the excitement of reading every book my parents would get me.

It was the time when you could read a book in bed, with a blanket on top, with the lights on, in the dark.

It felt like a normal thing to do.

I would come home from school and say, “I got to read this book, but I’m not sure if it’s good or not,” and my parents, who were very well-educated and very successful, would say, and they were not always right, “Well, you know, you just have to wait and see.”

And I’d say, Oh, my God, I didn’t even know it was possible to be a real book reviewer.

I was a child who just wanted to be around people who loved books, but not like my friends.

But my parents didn’t teach me that there’s a better way.

They just believed in me and believed in books.

And they did their best to help me learn that.

When I was six years old, my mother and I went to the bookstore, and my father and I looked at the books that were available.

They were a bit older, but they were very similar.

We knew they had a lot of good books.

The only difference was, they weren’t all about the author, they were all about books.

They had titles that were written by people who had been through the author’s life.

My mother and my sister, they loved books.

My father, he didn’t love books.

But we loved books together.

I liked books.

I thought they were wonderful, and the best thing I could do was read them.

And I did, I think, because I didn.

But I wasn’t the only one who loved them.

I loved reading them too.

And in my family, we didn’t have a lot to choose from.

My grandparents were writers.

They wrote novels, too.

I think we learned a lot about books as we grew up.

And my mom’s father was a writer, too, and we both read, and he taught me to read.

And it was part of our childhood, because we read, we were always reading.

My dad was a pretty smart guy.

I learned that in school, because in the beginning, I was reading, and that was the only time I got an idea about a book, because my father was an editor.

But when I was little, my mom would read books to me.

And when I think back, she would read the same books to my siblings, because she knew that I would read it too.

The whole family was reading books together, because that was what my parents did.

So, I guess I was just like, You know, I’m going to be like this, and then you’re going to read it to me, and you’re not going to say, oh, my god, I love it.

You’re going with, Oh my god!

It was just something we did together, and it was fun.

And that’s how I learned about the literary world.

But the thing that really surprised me is that my mother loved reading as much as I loved it.

And she would have books that she liked.

She would read a lot, and she would say: Oh, you read these?

I like them.

So I started reading them.

When we were young, we had so many books.

One of the books was called The Princess Bride.

My sister was a book lover.

She loved fairy tales.

She thought the book was so good, because it was so silly, and so funny.

I started with that.

And then I loved that book, too; it was such a wonderful story.

I remember being like, I like that, but what about this book?

And then, when we got to elementary school, my sister would have her books and go off and read them, too: The Hunger Games, and this and that, and her favorite book was, I don’t know, Twilight, but she loved Twilight so much.

My mom would go off to a bookstore and she’d read a bunch of books.

She liked that, too — and she always loved that one book, that was about a girl, that I thought was so cute.

And one day, I saw her reading Twilight.

So we were all in the same room reading, all day, all the time.

And we were reading.

And this was just a really, really funny, funny book, and at the end, my brother, my younger sister, and me, we got up and we walked out, and there was this woman sitting there, and what she did was she