Hello Tebays! Larry here. I finished GLASS CASTLE. Now I'm going to read it again. It rekindled so many memories, both good and bad, of growing up with an alcoholic father in a dysfunctional family. It was easy to identify with the author and her siblings because I went through so many similar situations growing up. When I think of the times I sat in the car, in front of a tavern, for hours at a time, while dad was inside drinking. He would come out sometimes and bring us little bags of beer nuts and then go back into the bar. Or the camping trips where we would throw a few things into the car or truck and head out to " rough it." Sleeping on the ground without a tent,making a camp, fishing and then eating whatever we caught for our meals. I loved every minute of it, never realizing that the reason Dad didn't get up when we did was because he was sleeping it off. The beer around the campfire was " normal" to me. I was so naive I didn't realize Dad had a drinking problem until I was ion High school. The Army was my way out. I'm sorry Sam and Jennifer that you had to stay and endure Dad's sickness. I was going through Hell in Vietnam but you both were going through your own Hell at home. This story made me realize something though. through all the hardships and constant lows we encountered on the road to adulthood, one thing was constant, we had each other. Like Jeanette and her siblings we survived. We didn't turn out so bad. Did we? Alcoholism is like a plague reaching deep and far, spreading it's tentacles wide and sparing no one. I love you Phil, Craig, Jennifer, Sam and Mom.