I had no clue what this book was about. At my monthly friend get together two months ago my dear friend Brooke suggested it. Didn't tell me anything about it other than it was a good read. And as usual I go to purchase it on my kindle and it seems the entire universe has read this book except me. I know I am no Mrs. Booky McBookson, but I do like to think I know what is going on in the novel world. The Help, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, a John Grisham book, all of which I have never read. I know, GASP! I have not read The Help, save me now!
Jeanette Walls writes her memoir of her life growing up with nomadic parents. Her life begins poverty stricken in the deserts of California and ends with her....yeah, like I'm gonna tell ya.
Many people have criticized her for the way she writes this. Some say emotionless. Some say how can she vividly remember occurrences when she was only three? I have a horrible memory so you would think I would agree. But when I was two I remember that my great grandmother wore her green apron in her casket. My husband can remember what he wore and the presents he received at every birthday. And let me tell ya, I guarantee any child that has had experiences like these, that they are forever engrained in their mind. I would like to know a few more details towards the end, especially involving schooling, but those were different times in a totally different part of the country. Plus, you never know what an editor came in and changed or tore out completely.
I suggest you read this. Know that you are going to get angry and have lots of questions along the way. But in the end I think it is an honest representation of her life. I would hope a child in similar circumstances could read this and think they could find a way in life to make something more than what they have. For me, it reminds me that we have the family we were given and no matter what, whether we are always close or not, they are my family for all the right reasons.
Jeanette Walls writes her memoir of her life growing up with nomadic parents. Her life begins poverty stricken in the deserts of California and ends with her....yeah, like I'm gonna tell ya.
Many people have criticized her for the way she writes this. Some say emotionless. Some say how can she vividly remember occurrences when she was only three? I have a horrible memory so you would think I would agree. But when I was two I remember that my great grandmother wore her green apron in her casket. My husband can remember what he wore and the presents he received at every birthday. And let me tell ya, I guarantee any child that has had experiences like these, that they are forever engrained in their mind. I would like to know a few more details towards the end, especially involving schooling, but those were different times in a totally different part of the country. Plus, you never know what an editor came in and changed or tore out completely.
I suggest you read this. Know that you are going to get angry and have lots of questions along the way. But in the end I think it is an honest representation of her life. I would hope a child in similar circumstances could read this and think they could find a way in life to make something more than what they have. For me, it reminds me that we have the family we were given and no matter what, whether we are always close or not, they are my family for all the right reasons.
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