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ഞ The Glass Castle: A Memoir (English Edition) free download ඈ PDF Author Jeannette Walls ඵ ഞ The Glass Castle: A Memoir (English Edition) free download ඈ PDF Author Jeannette Walls ඵ Jeannette Walls s father always called her Mountain Goat and there s perhaps no apt nickname for a girl who navigated a sheer and towering cliff of childhood both daily and stoically In The Glass Castle, Walls chronicles her upbringing at the hands of eccentric, nomadic parents Rose Mary, her frustrated artist mother, and Rex, her brilliant, alcoholic father To call the elder Walls s childrearing style laissez faire would be putting it mildly As Rose Mary and Rex, motivated by whims and paranoia, uprooted their kids time and again, the youngsters Walls, her brother and two sisters were left largely to their own devices But while Rex and Rose Mary firmly believed children learned best from their own mistakes, they themselves never seemed to do so, repeating the same disastrous patterns that eventually landed them on the streets Walls describes in fascinating detail what it was to be a child in this family, from the embarrassing wearing shoes held together with safety pins using markers to color her skin in an effort to camouflage holes in her pants to the horrific being told, after a creepy uncle pleasured himself in close proximity, that sexual assault is a crime of perception and being pimped by her father at a bar Though Walls has well earned the right to complain, at no point does she play the victim In fact, Walls removed, nonjudgmental stance is initially startling, since many of the circumstances she describes could be categorized as abusive and unquestioningly neglectful But on the contrary, Walls respects her parents knack for making hardships feel like adventures, and her love for them despite their overwhelming self absorption resonates from cover to cover Brangien DavisChapter 1 A Woman on the StreetI was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster It was just after dark A blustery March wind whipped the steam coming out of the manholes, and people hurried along the sidewalks with their collars turned up I was stuck in traffic two blocks from the party where I was heading.Mom stood fifteen feet away She had tied rags around her shoulders to keep out the spring chill and was picking through the trash while her dog, a black and white terrier mix, played at her feet Mom s gestures were all familiar the way she tilted her head and thrust out her lower lip when studying items of potential value that she d hoisted out of the Dumpster, the way her eyes widened with childish glee when she found something she liked Her long hair was streaked with gray, tangled and matted, and her eyes had sunk deep into their sockets, but still she reminded me of the mom she d been when I was a kid, swan diving off cliffs and painting in the desert and reading Shakespeare aloud Her cheekbones were still high and strong, but the skin was parched and ruddy from all those winters and summers exposed to the elements To the people walking by, she probably looked like any of the thousands of homeless people in New York City.It had been months since I laid eyes on Mom, and when she looked up, I was overcome with panic that she d see me and call out my name, and that someone on the way to the same party would spot us together and Mom would introduce herself and my secret would be out.I slid down in the seat and asked the driver to turn around and take me home to Park Avenue.The taxi pulled up in front of my building, the doorman held the door for me, and the elevator man took me up to my floor My husband was working late, as he did most nights, and the apartment was silent except for the click of my heels on the polished wood floor I was still rattled from seeing Mom, the unexpectedness of coming across her, the sight of her rooting happily through the Dumpster I put some Vivaldi on, hoping the music would settle me down.I looked around the room There were the turn of the century bronze and silver vases and the old books with worn leather spines that I d collected at flea markets There were the Georgian maps I d had framed, the Persian rugs, and the overstuffed leather armchair I liked to sink into at the end of the day I d tried to make a home for myself here, tried to turn the apartment into the sort of place where the person I wanted to be would live But I could never enjoy the room without worrying about Mom and Dad huddled on a sidewalk grate somewhere I fretted about them, but I was embarrassed by them, too, and ashamed of myself for wearing pearls and living on Park Avenue while my parents were busy keeping warm and finding something to eat.What could I do I d tried to help them countless times, but Dad would insist they didn t need anything, and Mom would ask for something silly, like a perfume atomizer or a membership in a health club They said that they were living the way they wanted to.After ducking down in the taxi so Mom wouldn t see me, I hated myself hated my antiques, my clothes, and my apartment I had to do something, so I called a friend of Mom s and left a message It was our system of staying in touch It always took Mom a few days to get back to me, but when I heard from her, she sounded, as always, cheerful and casual, as though we d had lunch the day before I told her I wanted to see her and suggested she drop by the apartment, but she wanted to go to a restaurant She loved eating out, so we agreed to meet for lunch at her favorite Chinese restaurant.Mom was sitting at a booth, studying the menu, when I arrived She d made an effort to fix herself up She wore a bulky gray sweater with only a few light stains, and black leather men s shoes She d washed her face, but her neck and temples were still dark with grime.She waved enthusiastically when she saw me It s my baby girl she called out I kissed her cheek Mom had dumped all the plastic packets of soy sauce and duck sauce and hot and spicy mustard from the table into her purse Now she emptied a wooden bowl of dried noodles into it as well A little snack for later on, she explained.We ordered Mom chose the Seafood Delight You know how I love my seafood, she said.She started talking about Picasso She d seen a retrospective of his work and decided he was hugely overrated All the cubist stuff was gimmicky, as far as she was concerned He hadn t really done anything worthwhile after his Rose Period.I m worried about you, I said Tell me what I can do to help.Her smile faded What makes you think I need your help I m not rich, I said But I have some money Tell me what it is you need.She thought for a moment I could use an electrolysis treatment.Be serious.I am serious If a woman looks good, she feels good.Come on, Mom I felt my shoulders tightening up, the way they invariably did during these conversations I m talking about something that could help you change your life, make it better.You want to help me change my life Mom asked I m fine You re the one who needs help Your values are all confused.Mom, I saw you picking through trash in the East Village a few days ago.Well, people in this country are too wasteful It s my way of recycling She took a bite of her Seafood Delight Why didn t you say hello I was too ashamed, Mom I hid.Mom pointed her chopsticks at me You see she said Right there That s exactly what I m saying You re way too easily embarrassed Your father and I are who we are Accept it.And what am I supposed to tell people about my parents Just tell the truth, Mom said That s simple enough.Copyright copy 2005 by Jeannette Walls The Glass Castle A Memoir Jeannette Walls The on FREE shipping qualifying offers Now a major motion picture from Lionsgate starring Brie Larson, Woody Harrelson, and Naomi Watts MORE THAN SEVEN YEARS ON THE NEW YORK TIMES Castle Fencing Fencing is an experienced supplier of pool fencing in the 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    • The Glass Castle: A Memoir (English Edition)
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