This is an awesome book, but it's painful to read. The good thing about it is the strength of Jeannette Walls and her siblings. At first they seemed like a fun but eccentric family, but as Walls got older she realized that the situation she was growing up in was disturbing. She and her siblings worked hard to change and improve their lives. There's no whining and bemoaning her fate, her parents to me come off as people I don't know how to feel about. In some ways they are patient parents who teach their kids about the stars and being confident, but on the other hand they are neglectful, the children often went hungry and their lives fell apart like the shack they were living in towards the middle of the book.
But there's no hatred of her parents from Walls. There's a lot of love for them, frustration, struggling to understand them and their point of view, but she's not bitter. She just struggled to make her life better even has her parents were spiraling down.
This is a beautiful, inspiring solid book that will frustrate its readers and touch them as well.
I'm reading this book again. DANG the mother gets on my last nerves. It's like everything she says makes me want to scream at her. The thing about kids is that living in certain ways can become NORMAL but it's good that the kids realized that how they were living was not healthy. Not every kid realizes that.
Don't ask me why, But I love books about people with difficult childhoods. Somehow they are oddly hopeful, that folks can survive difficult circumstances and come off stronger. This book is no exception. It's still an excellent book, but man, do I continue to not know how to feel about Walls' father. Her mother frustrates me.
Read it again. Jennifer Lawrence is going to be in the movie version of this along with Claire Danes and Mark Ruffalo. Should be interesting. For parents who are so lax about parental control, they sure had some traditional ideas in terms of just parental authority. I admired how the kids got tired of their situation and took control. There's still that mixture of love for a parent and frustration. If you're a child, sometimes you have no choice but to love your parents. Being a child is somewhat like being in prison. The lucky ones get good minimum security prisons with good food and lenient guards.
And do people live their lives with catch phrases? Somehow foreshadowing events? Like the foundation of the Glass Castle being full of garbage equaling some for of SYMBOLISM?