“You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”–Mr. O’Halloran, Angela’s Ashes
- Here’s what happens:
- Frank McCourt recounts a moving history of his childhood growing up in poverty in Ireland during World War II. He doesn’t so much lament his very frequent misfortunes, but rather provides the reader with a child’s perspective on hunger, family, and dreams in a way that is equally humorous and tragic.
- It’s good because:
- McCourt has a very genuine voice that brings a distinct sense of naivety and hope to his story. Obviously, this book has won a Pulitzer and has stood the test of time as a classic, so I’m preaching to the choir when I’m singing its praise, but it honestly reminded me of To Kill a Mockingbird in its ability to explore mature and enduring topics with a fresh sense of curiosity and imagination.
- Read if:
- You’re like me, and were assigned this book for a class long ago, and never got around to actually reading it. I have no idea why I procrastinated such an interesting and charming memoir. (Also read if you’re like me, and preparing for a trip to Ireland and seeking to sink your teeth into some local literature).
Up next: Cuba with The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway.