The Glass Castle short summary & analysis

The Glass Castle - Jeannette Walls

The Glass Castle Analysis

I knew no matter how long my father was not with us, he was with us. He was always with us. It was finished without a Glass Castle. There was a bittersweet happiness in all of us. Because we were all together again. / I explained the abstract through the eye of the character. With the thought of being more sincere. I hope you were interested. Goodbye :)

The Glass Castle Short Summary

Is only money needed to reach our dreams? Or just hope? We had no money, but my father taught us to live without the need for money. Some nights we would sleep by laying a cover over the blazing sands, sometimes in cardboard boxes. But these did not upset me as much as my father’s drinking. My mom and dad had a different lifestyle. They never care about the people around them; they could be happy with the smallest thing. They taught us that well, but on some days, I would be ashamed to enter the church with torn tops. My mother was an artist. Whether the walls of the house are made of old wood or quality concrete, my mother's paintings always adorned those walls.

My father was my hero. He had always been with me. While I was making draft drawings of the Glass Castle, I was shedding light on my father's dreams. I made a wish on my 11th birthday, afraid. I said leaning slowly in my father's ear. "Please don't drink." My father stopped drinking after that day. Until 2 years later.

My parents lived in Phoenix against the strict rules of the country. Just a while. We moved without stopping with our caravan without knowing who was after us. As we moved, The Glass Castle was moving with us in our dreams. I believed my father at that time. We would have a very beautiful Glass Castle.

My father started to drink again. My mother barely fulfilled her teaching duty. The house was up to us kids. Our mother had to renew university enrollments. Or that was her excuse. My father rarely came home. The eldest of the siblings, Lori could not stand it and made a plan. After my mother came, Lori left her now unfettered life here and started living in New York. I finished high school and moved to New York next to Lori. The fluent life there made me find myself.

Even though my mom was angry with Lori saying that you were stealing my children, we took Brian with us. Now Brian was a handsome cop, not my little brother. We took our youngest brother with us. Maureen couldn't keep up with this community. She started to use her beauty in the wrong places and started using drugs.

Soon my mother called me and said they would come next to us. They did what they said and came to us. They stayed at my house for a while, but now they have crossed the border due to a fight with my neighbors. My father understood this and left my house taking my mom.

Now they lived on the street. I was married. Brian had children, too. No matter how much we want to help our parents, they said they love this life. They did not accept any help.

Maureen had gratifying news. She was now hospitalized to avoid using drugs.

I divorced the man I married and married a new man. I was very happy now. It was my father who left this happiness in my throat. My father died before he could build the Glass Castle. Our dreams were dead. My hero was dead.

We gathered as a family on this event, which is not easy to digest. My mother buried her love for my father and said that she would continue life.

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