Womacks voice is possibly the worst narration I have come across. The information is exceptional, but is almost impossible to assimilate because of his voice. If ever there was an argument for authors hiring professional readers, it is this book.
Well written, often humorous story of Frank McCourt's life. You want so bad for him to succeed, but in the end he's just another drunk who abandons his wife and child for love of the bottle. So much potential, and yet so wasted a life. The flashes of brilliance are there, only to be drowned in the ditch with "a few pints". Tis pity he never allows himself to rise above his raising, since getting a college degree and other betterments were sacrificed to his belly and the god of drink. I really was hoping that he would make something of himself.
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