When I
heard we were going to be reading a memoir, I was kind of upset. I wanted to
start with something exciting; a horror story or some intense fiction story. I didn't
want to read about some girl who had taken her memories, exaggerated them a bit, and then put them on paper, just to make money. I thought it was going to be
boring. I was pleasantly surprised.
Jeannette
Walls captivated me from the very first sentence. She had such a unique style
of writing. She includes her audience into the story, making them grip their
seat in excitement or their heart pound with fear. I loved how you had to really
pay attention to the book in order to catch the small details inserted in
certain spots that really changed the story entirely, and gave me some insight
on how the people were feeling. I especially loved the way Jeannette used
foreshadowing in her book. I was surprised that I liked it as much as I did,
and would have no problem reading it again. It really was an excellent book (though
the mother infuriated me to no end).
I felt that there were two messages of this book. The first one, in my opinion, is that
even when things are going terribly in your life, there is always a moment,
however brief it may be, that shows you that life will eventually get better.
For example, Jeannette and her siblings often had to go through a lot. They
sometimes weren't able to get food in their stomachs, had to wear rags and much more. But because of this, they really appreciated the smaller things in
life that we sometimes ignore; for example, when Rex brought them bicycles. All
of the kids were so happy for such a small present from their father. They were
excited to have something that they could call their own. We see that Jeannette
also overcomes all the obstacles in her life and becomes a successful author.
Even if the starting of her life was rocky, Jeannette got her happily ever
after. Another message that I found important in this book is love. Even though
Jeannette might have had all the reason in the world to hate her parents, at
the end of the day, she didn't. She loved them and though they might have had
unusual ways to show it, her parents loved her too.
I did find
writing my memoir harder than expected. I felt it was difficult to put exactly
what I was feeling into words because some emotions can be so indescribable
that no word in the English language can portray exactly what you mean.
Describing what I heard or saw was difficult as well. I feel that for a memoir,
the reader has to connect with what you’re saying; otherwise it loses its
effectiveness. I enjoyed this assignment
though because it gave me a chance to appreciate so many aspects of my life
that I often took for granted.
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