the glass castle
last week i finished reading The Glass Castle, a memoir by New York journalist Jeanette Walls, telling of her most impoverished childhood to an extent where you just read with your mouth half agape, astonished that this is real, and utterly amazed by the absence of any resentment towards her parents for bringing them up in this way.
i'm normally a fiction kind of gal, the not-too-heavy variety... chick lits, thrillers, Dan Browns... but once in a while I find myself reading something 'serious' and finding that one great book impacts my life a hundred fold more than a bunch of fictions. This was one of those.
I highly highly recommend this book. it's funny and heartbreaking at the same time... it's written with beautiful simplicity... it makes you cherish everything you have... and makes you love your parents that little bit more.
This is a snippet of an interview with Jeanette, but it might not mean much to you unless you've read the book. Her mother... what an incredibly selfish woman, but still, Jeanette holds no resentment.
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