A review by darbystouffer
An American Childhood by Annie Dillard

4.0

This book has had me thinking about nostalgia and my childhood all week. She reminds me of feelings that I had when I was her age, she writes like a lady, but a lady who doesn't take herself too seriously. As she grew up, I liked her less and less. Her thirst for knowledge led her to believe that she knew everything. I can very much relate to this, sadly. But looking back with retrospect on her childhood, she provides a beautiful story peppered with insights into not just a child's soul, but all of humankind.