I first read Angela's Ashes in 2004. I cried and cried, I could hardly read a page without crying.
So here I am reading it for a second time fourteen years later. During those fourteen years I also read Frank McCourt's book about teaching in the NY public high schools and his brother Malachy's autobiography. It was a much different experience this time. I only cried during his confession to the priest on his sixteenth birthday. I knew already the worst of the losses and sorrows he would experience in his Irish childhood, I saw a lot more than my own tears this time, I laughed and enjoyed the quality of Frank McCourt's storytelling, and felt all the love he expressed for his family and for Ireland.
Great book. Recommended.