This month I embarked upon a journey to experience some of my Irish heritage by reading Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt.
The book was depressing, but good. In talking with a friend from work, he summed it up well when he said he “ate himself through the book.” The story is a charming tale of what it was like to grow up in Ireland during WWII – without food, basic necessities, and barely the clothes on your back. I appreciated the story for what it expressed about perseverance and determination. I can’t even image what it must have been like…
I thought that his descriptions of his first encounters with love were endearing. I enjoyed that it was told from a child’s perspective. I loved that the narrative wrote openly about what he encountered and what he felt. I appreciated his remarks about family and religion.
It was a good read and I would recommend it.
1 comment:
well it's about time you posted... glad you had a good time, it is a very good idea to get out of your daily routine and do something different!
love ya, erin
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