The two things I loved best was that Frank McCourt narrated his own story, and his story was his memoir. Frank has the gift of painting imaginary pictures with words - I could envision every part of his interesting childhood and commend him and his siblings from drawing on these character builders to become very successful.
Apart from the people in Franks life the most memorable part of the story are the conditions that his family lived in and the inability of his father to care for large periods of time.
I loved Frank's dry wit and that he narrated completely funny and hilarious situations with the same 'straight' face.
His mom moved me in many circumstances. When she was sitting having a cigarette one time, it made me wonder if smoking made her feel like that was the only connection to a fond memory that she had, or one of the few pleasures in her life - how sad if smoking is your only rare pleasure.
Charming, delightful, witty, sad, melodramatic, maudlin.... just not enough adjectives to encompass the range of emotions in this incredible memoir.
Amazing book which I kept replaying through my mind during the day when I wasn't listening to the reading by Frank McCourt. Frank's book and reading helped me to recall things my Irish grand pa would say when I was a young child 50 some years ago. It is amazing to me the level of humor the Irish produce in the presence of incredible misery.
McCort gives an excellent point of view on what it was like for him to grow up in Ireland. Humor, sadness, and often feeling like I was a fly on the wall in his home.