I enjoy a good memoir every now and then. Especially if they are well written, and the story is fascinating.
Ever since James Frey confessed his lowly secret of fabricating his memoir, I've been extra cautious when reading.
Personally, while I believe I have a very vivid memory, I couldn't remember the intricate details and conversation that make up an every-day memoir (and my story isn't finished yet!).
"The Glass Castle" is an intense story. Jeannette Walls writes very eloquently, lightening the depressing details of her childhood (alcoholic father, neglectful parents, poverty). So much of her life just made me greatful for what I take for granted, and it is truely remarkable that she grew up successful and still kept in contact with her parents.
Now, every detail in the book, while very dramatic and elaborate, there was one part that really bugged me. In one scene, Jeannette and family are at a zoo, when her father suggests that she and her siblings climb into the cage with him and pet a cheetah. Now, as great of a story as this sounds....COME ON! Its just way too unbelievable.
All in all, it was an interesting read, I just wish I believed it more.
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