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Summary: When you begin to read it you can't stop
Review: I just wanted a good book for a rainy sunday afternoon and with "Angela's Ashes" I also spend the night.This book influenced me emotional very much and I had to think about it for a long time.This book is definately a great book with a great story-a real story .I often compared Frank Mc Courts childhood with mine and I am very happy to had a wonderful childhood without too many sorrows
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Summary: Struck a nerve.
Review: Angela's Ashes struck a nerve. I'm Irish-American and went to Catholic schools. McCourt's memories rekindled many funny things related to my Catholic upbringing. His tragic comedy of a life is pure Irish. I really loved his writing and his view of the world
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Summary: Entertaining, Heartbreaking, and Simply Wonderful
Review: Frank McCourt has succeeded in keeping me interested in non-fiction, no small task. This book reads like a novel, but provides the heartbreaking knowledge that THIS IS REAL. How could he even have grown up with all the evil times he had to endure? And he tells his story with such grace and good humor, too. I told my daughter that I wish I hadn't read it already, so I'd have the experience of reading it anew
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Summary: What a great book!
Review: I loved this book! I picked it up in the store and read for 2 hours straight before taking it home. I laughed and cried on the same page. Never have I FELT so much with a character. This is definitely a book highly recommended to others!
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Summary: You'll cry. You'll laugh. You'll . . .
Review: Having spent much of my adult life coming to terms with my Irish Catholic Brooklyn childhood, I read Angela's Ashes with foreboding, relief, recognition, and admiration. Before long, I was green with envy as I "lived" Frank's childhood with him. Some readers who live their lives in denial of the cruelties they suffered as powerless wee folk have to run screaming from this memoir in sheer self-preservation. But those of us who have dared to look the truth in the eye can do no less than EMBRACE this book, and surrender to the helpless spasms of sorrow-- and the JOY that such sorrow spawns . . . joy from sorrow--the true mystery of the universe. Many readers and critics remarked with wonder and approval at what they perceived as Frank McCourt's "forgiveness." However, I do not see his honest, straightforward, witty, unaccusing accounting as forgiveness. What I see in his narration is simply, PROFOUNDLY, mysteriously: LOVE. These other readers perceive his failure to accuse and condemn as forgiveness. I see it as the fact and the truth that his love for his faulty parents got the majority of his sweet, guileless, innocent votes. Love is the microscope through which he recalls his childhood. It is because of this stupendous love that one can witness the ANGUISH of such a childhood. The anguish IS -- that the child LOVES the parents. Not in spite of. Not because of. But SIMPLY. He loves them.
I humbly claim kinship to his experience, his pathos, and his love for the parents. Me hat is off to the talent that makes one JEALOUS that one's childhood was not QUITE as bad; and I need TWO heads to take me hat off again --to the talent that made me absolutely REVERE the humble egg--the solitary egg that could be a Thanksgiving Day feast for four brothers! Oops! Make that THREE heads, for what a talent 'tis that makes one weep for the parents, the religion, the society that inflicts such pain and shame upon such gentle souls. One reviewer said that they kept expecting, hoping, for the Father to see the light and transform the lives of his family. That critique made me realize that that was the key to the mystery of this boy's love, this man's abiding love: we dream of 100% parental aptitude; in this man's early life we are tempted to accept, indeed to revel, in 50% parental effort. But the amazing fact o' the matter is that this profound accounting of a life shows that a mere 10% could have made a monumental difference toward childhood happiness. (I realize that this is off the point, but it is a philosophical observation that I could not resist.) While I am eternally indebted to Frank McCourt for my newly acquired reverence for the egg, as well as all the other material wonders of my adult life, I must, however reluctantly, reprimand him for omitting from his flawless report the tattered, crotchless underpants of my own Brooklyn, Irish, Catholic-school youth. Love ya, Frank. If I were twenty years younger I'd let you have my children. Now, HOW do I entice others to read this marvelous memoir? Maybe with the message that I enclosed when I sent me mither the book: You'll cry.
You'll laugh.
You'll commit suicide
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Summary: McCourt earned the Pulitzer and more with this book
Review: What a wonderful read! It all came flooding back as I read the reader comments, most of which mirror my thinking: How can anyone in America today complain about life's circumstances without reflecting how F. McCourt and family hoped to survive in the face of everything defeating. I want to offer this to everyone I know as a remarkable lesson in humanity; love for family and humor in face of it all make this compelling reading. I laughed as often as I cried. This will have lasting value for any and all who treasure a good story. Mary Schwind
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Summary: AN EDSEL...Lots of hype, no delivery.
Review: Angela's Ashes didn't do much for me, except make
me wish I hadn't spent the money on it. At first,
the run-on, breathless telling of the story -- as a
child would do -- was refreshing and engaging. But it got old very fast. Largely a disappointment.
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Summary: I was disappointed
Review: The first l/2 of the book was excellent, the second l/2 was not. He made me feel his pain in the first l/2 then lost track of what was important in the second l/2. I wanted to know how he over-came his diversities, instead he told me much more than I EVER wanted to know about his private life. I guess laughs on me if I want to know the details of how Mr. McCourt finally made it I'll have to buy the next book!! I think I'll wait for the movie. Final grade "D"
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Summary: McCourt is a wonderful story teller
Review: I would read this book into the wee hours of the morning. I'd wake up bleary-eyed but tell everyone about the stories in this book...from the knee-trembler to the one where Frank's dad has to take matters into his own hands to relieve Frank's younger brother of his congestion (readers of this book will know well that I am trying to put this delicately).
I saw Frank McCourt in an interview he did on "Out of Ireland" on PBS and I was immediately taken in by his unassuming charm. Reading this book I've discovered that his writing style is quite the same. I've recommended this book to many people and I don't hesitate to now.
I myself grew up in an Irish Catholic home - to a woman who wanted her son and daughter to become a priest and a nun! But you don't need to have grown up Irish-Catholic to be able to feel his pain, anquish or frustration. Fortunately, McCourt has inherited the fine old traditional Irish art of story-telling and he does so in a humorous, but honest way. Frank, can't w
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Summary: GIVE THE KID A DECENT MEAL
Review: The whole time I was reading this moving tale I just wished I could be there to fix him a nice meal. Loved the book but heard the misery of his life was highly embellished and, please, does anyone really have such vivid memories of being three and four
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