The Glass Castle

“Sorry I didn’t make you kids’ lives miserable enough to write a book about it”.

-My Dad


Like many memoirs The Glass Castle is a tale of an unorthodox family. Arthur, Jeannette Walls, delves into her unusual childhood and raising by  quirky yet loving parents.  Walls starts her novel with boiling hot dogs at the age of 3 and being rushed to the ER for minor burns. Not long after the family up and leaves behind their home headed out west.

It’s not uncommon for her family to suddenly find themselves abandoning one life, by cramming a few things in a car, headed down the road not stopping until the car breaks down or it runs out of gas. Walls had far from a typical childhood. Her father always promising that one day he will build the family a glass castle. For many years Walls believes in her father becoming a success despite his alcoholism and inability to hold a job and provide for his family.  You can’t help while reading going, “really? what kind of parent does that? What kind of parent lets their kids do that?”

My review my seem a bit dull but I just don’t want to give anything away. READ IT. I couldn’t put the book down once I started. I had to keep going to see what was to happen of the family. What scheme had the dad come up with? What life lessons would Walls be learning next? What shenanigan would the family find themselves in? Half the time I was saying in my head, “Oh my gosh!”

Plot: 10  Protagonist/Characters: 10  Perspective: 9 Writing: 9 Overall Rating: 9.9



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One Response to The Glass Castle

  1. I never thought of it that way, well put!

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