By Jeannette Walls
With this memoir, Jeannette Walls has invited us into her
fascinating childhood, growing up in a family with creative, brilliant, yet
dysfunctional parents. The book opens
with her memory of her dress catching on fire as she stood at the stove cooking
hotdogs because her mother was too busy working on a painting to prepare
lunch. The shocking fact is that
Jeannette was three years old at the time.
The scars from this accident remain with her today. Time after time, I was amazed at the strength
and spirit of this little girl and her three siblings as they were carted from
place to place, often with no belongings and little to eat.
Her mother was self- absorbed and free-spirited. Her father was an alcoholic. When there was money, it often went towards
his drinking. One experience the author
recounts affected me deeply.
“One evening when Dad was away and we had
nothing to eat and we were all sitting around the living room trying not to
think of food, Mom kept disappearing under the blanket on the sofa bed. At one point Brian looked over.
‘Are you chewing
something?’ he asked.
‘My teeth hurt,” Mom said, but
she was getting all shifty-eyed, glancing around the room and avoiding our
stares. ‘It’s my bad gums. I’m working my jaw to increase the
circulation.’
Brian yanked the covers back. Lying on the mattress next to Mom was one of
those huge family-sized Hershey chocolate bars, the shiny silver wrapper pulled
back and torn away. She’d already eaten
half of it.”
The idea that a mother would starve her children while
feeding herself is disturbing, as are many other experiences the author
recalls. What is amazing, though, is the
resilience of these children. As they
grew up, they became quite resourceful, scavenging for food, saving money, and
keeping each other safe. That is why I
enjoyed this book so much. It was
inspiring to read a true story of how a person can pull themselves out of
deplorable circumstances and achieve contentment and success.
I give
this book 4 out of 5 stars.
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