Educated by Tara Westover

inconvenienced everyone. The midwife looked as though she hadn’t given a thought to her appearance in a decade, an ...

everywhere. The hemorrhage wouldn’t stop. That’s when Mother realized the umbilical cord had wrapped arou ...

Months passed in this way, Mother leaving the house at all hours and coming home, trembling, relieved to he ...

his ear bent toward the living room. Each time the woman left Dad could hardly contain his excitem ...

Mother also used the money to improve herself as a midwife. She bought an oxygen tank in case a baby ...

Days, so he needed a birth certificate. The other possibility is that Mother didn’t ask Dad. Perhap ...

if not knowing what day I was born delegitimized the entire notion of my having an identity. You can’t be a ...

“You just keep saying you were asleep and you didn’t see anything and you don’t know anything and you ...

information they needed without seeming too knowledgeable, without making them suspect that she was an unlicensed ...

My mother, Faye, was a mailman’s daughter. She grew up in town, in a yellow house with a white pic ...

didn’t want it. My mother was not a social revolutionary—even at the peak of her rebellion she preserv ...

striking—ebony hair, a strict, angular face, nose like an arrow pointing toward fierce, deep-set eyes. His ...

Gene was formed by this alpine hypnosis, this hushing of human drama. In the valley, Faye tried to ...

understood that the dissolution of Mother’s family was the inauguration of ours. The two could not ...

hint, or was it just Gene being Gene, eccentric and unconventional, trying to shock his disapproving in-l ...

a slide projector and the tray is stuck. She’s sitting on a cushioned bench. Her hair pushes out of her he ...

No one saw the car leave the road. My brother Tyler, who was seventeen, fell asleep a ...

But after Christmas Dad seemed to deflate, to collapse in on himself. He stopped talking about the ...

Illuminati. God couldn’t abide faithlessness, Dad said. That’s why the most hateful sinners were those ...

that to me always seemed to say, Ain’t nothin’ funnier than real life, I tell you what. — IT WAS A SC ...