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Jeannette Walls

The glass castle: a memoir

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    Some followed Mom around like stray dogs.

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    Poor old Venus didn't even make her own light, Dad said.
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    "Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten," Dad said, "you'll still have your stars."
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    "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty."
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    Her long hair was streaked with gray, tangled and matted, and her eyes had sunk deep into their sockets, but still she reminded me of the mom she'd been when I was a kid, swan-diving off cliffs and painting in the desert and reading Shakespeare aloud.
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    To John, for convincing me that everyone who is interesting has a past.
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    We’re becoming a nation of sissies.”
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    She felt it was good for kids to do what they wanted because they learned a lot from their mistakes
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    And use your common sense
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    I started stealing matches from Dad. I’d go behind the trailer and light them. I loved the scratching sound of the match against the sandpapery brown strip when I struck it, and the way the flame leaped out of the redcoated tip with a pop and a hiss
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