" Hmm. I just finished the book this morning. I dont' quite know what to say. I did like it. It is very honest, but it definitely brought up some bad memories for me, and it didn't leave me with many good feelings, except for admiring Moore's straightforward, completely unsentimental approach. I think I would call this book an antidote to the kind of memoir that wraps things up nicely, or puts clear distance between the author and past experiences. In a way it's similar to "The Last Time I Wore a Dress" because it's just a straight-forward recounting of experiences and actions. Whereas in "The Glass Castle" the author seems to be shaking her head ruefully, looking back at her crazy life with a little self-deprecating laugh, but it's very clear that's all in the past and now she's a fabulous, beautiful New Yorker. Moore makes it VERY CLEAR right up front that it's not a "I've overcome my difficulties!" or "I'm come to peace with my past!" or some kind of heroic or touching memoir at all. She makes it very clear that she was unlikable and remains rather unlikable, and she doesn't even like herself all that much. Which I think I admire in some bizarre way. "
— Terry, 2/14/2014