What a heartbreaking, yet heartwarming book The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, is. I wanted to scream at Jeannette’s parents for the way they wanted to live and the way they were consequently bringing up their children.
I don’t often read memoirs or biographies, but I was given this book for World Book Night, so I thought I would give it a chance. I decided to dive right in and was immediately taken back to a time when Jeannette and her siblings were growing up. I felt I was reliving those memories right along with her-from her creatively wacky mother to her overbearing, yet teddy bear-like dreamer of a father, to the close-knit relationship she forged with her brother and sisters.
The writer’s (Jeannette Walls) language and spirit spoke to my heart and I was forever a champion for their cause. I kept hoping things would get better for them and that her parents would finally see what they were doing to their children. However, that was not to be. I may not have agreed with their upbringing, but was delighted to see they chose to take only the good parts of their parents teaching with them into adulthood.
To think that you had a challenging upbringing is probably nothing compared to Jeannette’s upbringing. I am humbled and blessed to have grown up the way I did and will be forever grateful for Jeannette sharing her experiences with her audience. I am definitely a fan of her writing and will be looking to read her next book. 🙂