Ratings276
Average rating4.2
Thanks, Jeanette Walls for providing me with a memoir about a dysfunctional childhood that I actually dislike.
I would have appreciated this book more if its author had allowed me to come to conclusions on my own rather than beating me over the head with her exposition. I know it's bad that your parents were neglectful; you don't have to show me a scene and then write several paragraphs basically just saying “Look how bad it was! That's really bad right? Super crazy bad.”
There are so many other authors than are successful with utilizing a childlike tone. I was incredibly disappointed when, after reading a book everyone had told me I would love, I felt strongly underwhelmed. This is the only book I've had the urge to sell after reading.