I don’t have the foggiest idea how this book, a memoir about the author’s childhood in rural Texas and, briefly, Colorado, ended up in my posession, but it, and it’s sequel, have been sitting in my To Read drawer for years. Following that same train of thought, I don’t know what finally posessed me to start reading it earlier this year, finally finishing it on a Sunday afternoon that would have been better spent outside, enjoying the last vestigaes of nice weather before winter rears its ugly head.
Mary Karr lets us in on the craziness that was her childhood, growing up with crazy parents in the oil fields of Texas, before skipping ahead at the end to the death of her father. This was certainly not the type of book that I would normally read, but it’s good to mix things up once in a while. We shall see how long it takes me to pick up the sequel.
