I fell in love with Frank McCort’s writing the frist time I tasted his work. I meant to read Angela’s Ashes for ages-I gave the book to my mother as a gift once, she encouraged me to read it (after warning me) but when she died I couldn’t bare to open the book as for the theme. Regardless, one day I faced my fear and ate the book up in about two days (I had to work, you know!). I finished ‘Tis in about as long, but Teacher Man is taking me ages!!! I love the book so far-brilliant its insights and makes me laugh because the teaching portions are so sadly true. It’s like the misery of teaching that no one wants to talk about. Perhaps I can’t finish it because I like being caught up in the book and his words too much.

In general, I don’t like memoirs, but this one has gone nicely along with my student teaching experience. The sex in it made me feel okay about the fact that I am still celebate.