I loved this book. Jeannette Walls tells the story of her unusual upbringing living with an alcoholic father, wildly eccentric mother and three siblings. She brings up some very interesting points about homelessness and people who choose to live without a home, among other points about lifestyle stability and parenting. Jeannette strings together many, many snippets of her childhood into an engaging and hilarious yet sadly beautiful memoir that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish. It’s hard not to find yourself captivated by a book that begins with the sentence “I was on fire.”
This memoir falls into a similar camp as Wendy Lawless’ memoir Chanel Bonfire; quirky, slightly horrifying scenarios small children were forced into by slightly oblivious and likely mentally ill mothers, yet somehow told with humour and grace. There’s not much I can say here to describe the book to you, so I will just tell you to read it. It was entertaining, well written, never boring, and amusing in a way I didn’t expect from a memoir about a traumatic and bizarre childhood. Read it!