After having read "I'm glad my Mom died", I got this masterpiece recommended to me, and went on to read it, expecting a similar type of story or writing.

It was truly not. 

This book moved me to tears at times, brought me unending anger, thorough joy and hope for whole chapters. The whole and entire emotion thesaurus went through me reading "The Glass Castle", and I'm both utterly impressed by the writing itself and by the story it's telling. This was a stellar piece of literature and one absolutely remarkable life.

Glad I read this.