The Glass Castle Book Report

The Glass Castle, written by Jeannette Walls, is a wonderful book full of many different stories that made her childhood unique. This book is a memoir of the interesting and talented Jeannette Walls. The second chapter of the book begins with her, as a three year old, burning herself severely when making hotdogs for herself. I think that chapter just sets the tone of the story. Her crazy life was not so perfect even when she forced herself to believe it could be worse. How can it be worse when you have no money, a worn down home, and nothing to eat? Her family was constantly struggling with money and her father was an alcoholic. Jeannette’s mom was capable of working, but was just lazy. She and her siblings had to really survive on their own.
School was cancelled due to snow and ice. Him and his friend and I decided to go sledding at the reservoir. I hate sledding though, it is scary because I had a traumatic experience with it when I was little so I did not actually sled down the hill. I watched but I was cold from the wind on top of the reservoir. He offered to go since I was cold and I said sure. We went back to his house where his mom and brother were. We went up to his room to watch tv, I actually ended up taking a nap. When I woke up he would not leave me alone. He kept trying to touch me and get me to touch him and I did not want to. He ended up getting on top of me. What was I supposed to do. I do not want to yell get off me. What if his mom comes upstairs? What if she puts the blame on me? What if I am making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is? In the book, Jeannette’s uncle, Stanley, was touching himself and Jeannette inappropriately. Jeannette went to tell her mom and her mom told her this, “If you do not think you are hurt, then you aren’t. So many women make such a big deal out of these things. But you’re stronger than that.” (Walls 184). That is kind of what I was thinking. I am not hurt so I should not make a big deal out of this. I remember saying no four times. It was not enough though, I was vulnerable from my break up and was being shown affection. The rest is kind of a blur, but I know I had just made a big mistake. I did not do enough to prevent this from happening, but I was not hurt. All I wanted to do was cry and go home, which I did. I went to the bathroom and cried and asked if I could go home. He took me home and I walked in and just started