The glass castle
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The glass castle
The Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castlehen we were growing up and while I wrote this.I’m also grateful to my mother for believing in art and truth and for supporting the idea of the book; to my brilliant and talented older sister, Lori, for coming around to it; and to my younger sister.Maureen, whom I will always love. And to my father, The glass castleRex s. Walls, for dreaming all those big dreams.Very special thanks also to my agent, Jennifer Rudolph Walsh, for her compassion, wit, tenacity, and eThe glass castle
nthusiastic support; to my editor. Nan Graham for her keen sense of how much is enough and for caring so deeply; and to Alexis Gargagliano for her thoThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castlemy and Jim Scully. Ashley Pearson. Dan Mathews, Susan Watson, and Jessica Taylor and Alex Guerrios.I can never adequately thank my husband. John Taylor, who persuaded me it was time to tell my story and then pulled it out of me.Dark is a way and light is a place.Heaven that never wasNor will be ever The glass castle is always true— Dylan Thomas,"Poem on His Birthday"IA WOMAN ON THE STREETĨ WAS SITTING IN a taxi, wondering il l had overdressed lor the evening, w hThe glass castle
en I looked Olli 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 The Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castlem stood fifteen feet aw ay. She had lied rags around her shoulders to keep out the spring chill and was picking through the trash while her dog. a blackandw hile terrier mix, played al her feel. Mom’s gestures were all familiar the way she tilted her head and thrust out her lower lip when studying i The glass castletems 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 loThe glass castle
ng 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 wheThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castlein 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, 1 was overcome with panic that she’d se The glass castlee 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 beThe glass castle
out.I slid down in the seat and asked the driver to turn around and take me home to Park Avenue.rhe taxi pulled up in front of my building, the doormThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castle except for the click of my heels on the polished wood floor. 1 was still rattled from seeing Mom the unexpectedness of coming across her. the sight of her rooting happily through the Dumpster. I pul some Vivaldi on, hoping the music would settle me down.1 looked around the room lherc were the tumof The glass castlethcccntury bronzeandsilver vases and the old books with worn leather spines that rd collected at flea markets, llicrc were the Georgian maps I'd had fThe glass castle
ramed, the Persian rugs, and the overstuffed leather armchair 1 liked to sink into at the end of the day.I'd tried to make a home for myself here, friThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castlem and Dad huddled on a sidewalk grate somewhere. 1 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 cat.What could 1 do? I'd tried to help them countless times, bu The glass castlet 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 saiThe glass castle
d 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, anThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castleew 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 w anted to go to a restaurant.She loved eating out, so we agreed to meet for lun The glass castlech 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 aThe glass castle
bulk}' gray sweater with only a tew light stains, and black leather men's shoes. She'd washed her face, but her neck and temples were still dark withThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me wh The glass castlesoy sauce and duck sauce and hotandspicy 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. The glass castleThe Glass CastleJ MemoirJeannette WallsSCRIBNERNew York London Toronto SydneyAcknowledgmentsI’d like to thank my brother, Brian, for standing by me whGọi ngay
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