It amazes me how some people survive chaotic, poor, dysfunctional childhoods and emerge as successful and forgiving adults. This is that kind of true story. It opens with a the narrator observing her homeless mother searching for food in a NYC rubbish bin, as she passes in a cab.
A sad family story emerges of neglect, promises not kept and endless hunger. Of a family who ‘skiddadle’ from town to town, while their alcoholic father filled them with dreams of the Glass Castle he would build for them when he hit it big. Their mother slowly unravels into a sort of child like existence.
It’s a story that makes you appreciate what you have, and marvel at how little some children can expect from the world, yet this memoir is full of love and forgiveness.