Somehow I knew that when I got sucked in by the first line of Jeannette Walls’ memoir, The Glass Castle, just this morning to the point where I blogged about it (see two entries below this one), I wouldn’t be sleeping again until it was finished.
I don’t even know what to say about this book that hasn’t already been said. It completely lives up to the hype. It’s incredible, a combination of a mind-blowing story and a compelling voice. How Jeannette Walls overcame her life circumstances is beyond my comprehension.
As a writer, I must say I appreciated the choice of opening the book in New York, because had I not known it was going to end up there I might have had to put it down. Page after page I couldn’t believe what I was reading. It was overwhelming, really, and I wasn’t even living it.
I can’t recall the last time I read a book in a day. That speaks for itself.