I don't read a lot of non-fiction or memoir type books, but I enjoy them thouroughly. There is something so rich in reading a real life account, biased or swayed as it may be. Jeannette Walls does an incredible job weaving the tapestry of her life within the pages of The Glass Castle. I felt like I knew this family. I've encountered them in my acquaintances as well as even perhaps moments of my own life.
What I love best is how optimistic and non-blaming the book reads. Things most of us would view as complete tragedy and scarring for life read just as the expected roll of things. She and her siblings seem to bounce back and survive.
There is a coldness that I feel comes with true poverty. I've never felt more at loss or financially drained as when I've been too cold and unable to warm myself. In no way am I claiming to have been on the streets or in those dire situations, but I do know that cold has a claim on us far greater than heat. Perhaps I speak for myself, but I would have rather baked in those deserts with that family than to have stayed still in the frigid coldness of West Virginia winters.
I highly recommend this book as an eye opener and food for thought.
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