I found myself finishing this book at 3 am last week because I couldn't put it down even though I was reading to try and make myself sleepy.
Jeannette Walls wrote The Glass Castle, which has sold more than 2.5 million copies in the U.S. I tried reading it a couple of years ago, but I think it subconsciously stressed me out and I started having nightmares, so I stopped reading about halfway through.
Half Broke Horses was my book club's pick for April, though, so I decided to be a grown-up and commit to finishing it.
This book is a true-life novel, which basically means a lot of it is true, just not necessarily verifiable. Jeannette Walls got most of the information from her mother, then crafted it into this beautiful story that made me want to create an ancestry.com account. For real, I may or may not have actually signed up for the free trial. (And the 1940 Census Data?! Unreal.)
I think I've felt this underlying yearning to know more of my family history since I got married. Maybe that's not unusual. Maybe there's something about starting your own little family that makes knowing where you came from more significant. (And no, I'm not pregnant.)
I asked my parents recently if they would start recording their life stories. Dann and I met up with them for dinner on Saturday and I reminded them of my request. My brother suggested we require 20 pages of new material each time we visit them or else we don't visit. I said I thought 3-4 pages sounded more reasonable.
My dad started recalling these little snippets of his life as a kid and it was SO exciting. I can't wait to learn more. I feel a little like a genealogy junkie at the moment. I just want more.
If you're in the market for a good, sorta fictional biographical novel, pick this one up. You will not be disappointed.