The glass castle: a memoir

We stared at each other. Dad seemed to be waiting for me to drop my eyes, to apologize and tell him I w ...

THAT FALL, TWO GUYS showed up in Welch who were different from anyone I'd ever met. They were fil ...

That night Lori and I lay in our rope beds and discussed New York City. The things I had heard always ...

council. Now she started doing commissioned posters for a dollar-fifty apiece. She was too shy to solicit orders, so ...

found some millionaires to be our foster parents and they had arrived to take us away, but Dad was inside t ...

yacht. It had air-conditioning, gold shag upholstery, windows that went up and down with the push of a ...

"What do you think?" Lori was terrified. She was not sure what she was supposed to do once she got to New Yor ...

Billy Shakespeare, Dad would say, the great genius despite his grammar- school education, his small Latin ...

money we'd saved up until she found a job, and then she could apply to a school. That became our ne ...

Lori could tell by my face that something was wrong. She stood up so abruptly she knocked over ...

just stared at him, so he let the crumpled money fall to the floor. "Suit yourself," he said. "Why are ...

of how isolated and forgotten the town was, a sad, lost place adrift in the clouds. The clouds usually ...

football games or dances or rallies. I felt awkward sitting by myself when everyone else was with f ...

wrote controversial editorials, including one questioning the validity of standardized tests, which provoked a ...

What was going through your head when you first broke Mach I? What was going through your head w ...

Chuck Yeager took my hand and grinned. "Jes' spell my name right, ma'am," he said. "so's my kin'l ...

every one of them a weird genius. People in New York loved art and music so much, she said, that arti ...

I thought about this for a minute. "Maybe I should move to New York City right now and graduate ...

started in New York. I could leave Welch in under five months. I got so excited that I started running. ...

tears. "Don't be sad, Mom. I'll write." "I'm not upset because I'll miss you," Mom said. "I'm upset ...