Okay, so when the book club picked out The Glass Castle, which is a memoir.  I don't actually like memoirs or autobiographies or things of that sort.  Most of them seem to be along the lines of oh look at how amazing I am! Or the opposite, see how dreadful my life is?  Yeah.  Neither interest me a lot.  However, Jeannette Walls has constructed an amazingly quirky story that is her life.  This is the kind of amazing story you actually can't make up so it has to be true.

The strange thing is that I identify with a lot of it.  I know a lot of people will read this and not believe much of it, but I do.  The first ten years of my life was spent traveling; granted it was under different circumstances than what Jeannette talks about but I know the feeling of it all.  I'll stop rambling.

I've never read any of Jeannette Walls stories or books or articles, but after reading this I would.