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sydneybonks 's review for:
Angela's Ashes
by Frank McCourt
McCourt paints a vivid picture of poverty in Ireland and what it can do to families, but there are often times when it feels almost like tragedy porn. The writing flows well, the characters are interesting, and I can definitely picture in my mind all the places he creates for us, but there's just this feeling in the back of my mind that the things McCourt writes about are exaggerated for the sake of good reviews and a poverty-curious audience. In reading up on it afterwards, it seems he did manufacture a fair number of things in the book, and while that's not necessarily deception, it felt a bit awkward given how incredibly depressing it is.