Angela’s Ashes

Angela’s Ashes

By: Frank McCourt

This book has been on my “to read” list for a very long. I’m sad that I finally had a chance to read it only after Frank McCourt passed away.

Regardless of how long it took me to finally read, this book is a classic and a must-read selection. Yes, it was sad and depressing and showed me a view of Ireland that I had heard about, but little imagined. And McCourt certainly helps you imagine it – vividly.

The story is narrated by the young Frank and his voice is both poignant and hysterical. He takes his poverty and helplessness in stride. Even when he talks about his drunk father, who consistently spends the family’s food and living money, you can still detect a hint of respect Frank has for the drunk, useless loser.

But what really makes the book enjoyable is Frank’s humor. His candor and the way he describes each and every heartbreaking event is so unique and intoxicating. Just when I thought things could not get any more ridiculous or insane, the next scene would have me in stitches. Yes, I literally laughed out loud at some scenes while riding the subway…and I was not embarrassed!

This isn’t an inspiring or heartwarming book, but it will make you appreciate what you’ve got because it’s probably so much more than Frank ever had. This book made me laugh, think and almost cry. I think that makes it a decent story in my book.