Oookay. I’m slow on reading this summer; I get it. But I’m trying not to be too bothered about it. I’ve joined a volleyball team training thing, and I’m sort of starting to have a social life. Beside that, there’s the fact that I’m trying to exercise often, which can take a lot of time and effort. But anyway, it’s all good and I’ve got a review for you.
I think we can all agree that nonfiction is an underdog when it comes to the blogosphere and among readers in general. I suppose they can be a bit tedious sometimes, so we tend to avoid them –or at least that’s why I do. But recently, I have taken the decision that I want to read more books that teach me things and that’s why I’ve been slowly trying to collect some nonfictional books. And I have finished one.
The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls is a memoir that has been suggested to me by my dear friend Patsy who has a marvellous taste in books. And now that I’ve finally finished this book, I can’t tell you how good of an experience it was. It was quite eye-opening and written nicely and eloquently. If you’re trying to get into reading nonfiction, I would suggest reading this book because honestly, most of the time, it hardly feels like nonfiction. Why and how? That’s the thing that got me to fall in love with the book.
It’s pretty scary and not in the Edgar Allan Poe way. It’s just that some of the events seemed so unimaginable because of how incredibly cruel they are. And to think that there could be educated parents who would be so negligent about their children and so careless… It just befuddled me.
For me, at some point, the book started to seem boring, repetitive, like the author was going a little too much into details. But just around the time this happened, a change came! The children who those parents just dragged around started to become teenagers and began to form their own opinions and views. They defended themselves and their cases and argued against their parents’ perspective. Just when you thought you knew what each of these characters is all about…! And that just made the story engulf me all over again. To be completely honest, the second half of the book is really what won me.
What I loved the most I suppose is that it wasn’t a happy ending. It wasn’t a sad one either. It was perfectly realistic and so fitting of the pace of the story and its style. And therefore, I am glad to say that this is the first book in while that I turn over that last page of and get that feeling of gratititude, mixed with joy and sadness of farewell. You know, that nostalgic feeling that fills you up at the chest as you think of a book you admire? God, have I missed that feeling. And I’m glad and proud that this is the book that gets me to feel this again.
Another thing I think made this book wonderful and unique is how it plays with thin lines. How it always keeps you incapable of deciding whether you hate a character or love them. It’s insane. And I kept on reading in the hopes of reaching that point and event where I finally get to make up my mind regarding the characters. Does it happen? You’ll have to read the book to find it up.
I certainly would advise you to read this book. And if you have, do let me know what you thought of it.
Happy reading, y’all!
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