The Glass Castle By Jeannette Walls Reflection

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The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls is a book written from a young woman pouring her heart out on the pages. The book is honest, true, and heart wrenching. Everyone has a story of where they have been in life. Even though they are the stories of the past, does not mean that those situations still do not have some form of effect on a person. However, when a person has a past that does not fit in the box of normality, being able to admit your past is not a light task. If a person is ashamed of what they have gone through, they tend to keep those stories bottled up inside of them. Being honest and open about a past that can wake a person up from their sleep at night, even if it is just to themselves, can sometimes feel impossible. Naturally, …show more content…

We were always moving homes to avoid bankruptcy. By the time I was comfortable in a place, we were off to the next one. It was the same way with the boyfriends that she would have. Those men were not top of the class either. I remember a time when, after she had given birth to my brother Tierre, the police had come to my door. They were looking for my brother’s father, who we called Smoke, because he was wanted for murder. The rest of Smoke’s story is not mine to tell; however, having the police show up on your door, in order to arrest someone who took the life of another, sticks with a person. The guys my mom was with, after the divorce with my father, includes: a murder, druggies, drug dealers, criminals, and your everyday …show more content…

I was so excited! When dad told me that we were going to be moving at some point in time, I asked if we could wait until after the school musical. Unfortunately, this meant that we were living in a hotel room with Grammy for a couple months. On the weekends, we were living in her home. This sounds kind of like a lot for a just a fifth grader’s school play, but dad did not want to take that moment away from me. And honestly, living with my dad and grammy in a hotelroom was still a lot better than living with my mom; or even Selesa for that

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