Tara Westover


Notify me when the book’s added
To read this book, upload an EPUB or FB2 file to Bookmate. How do I upload a book?
For readers of The Glass Castle and Wild, a stunning new memoir about family, loss and the struggle for a better future
#1 International Bestseller
Tara Westover was seventeen when she first set foot in a classroom. Instead of traditional lessons, she grew up learning how to stew herbs into medicine, scavenging in the family scrap yard and helping her family prepare for the apocalypse. She had no birth certificate and no medical records and had never been enrolled in school.
Westover’s mother proved a marvel at concocting folk remedies for many ailments. As Tara developed her own coping mechanisms, little by little, she started to realize that what her family was offering didn’t have to be her only education. Her first day of university was her first day in school—ever—and she would eventually win an esteemed fellowship from Cambridge and graduate with a PhD in intellectual history and political thought.

This book is currently unavailable
395 printed pages


    Patricia Torresshared an impression3 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    💡Learnt A Lot

    Me parece interesante que una persona sin ninguna cercanía a la educación pueda tener esa chispa de curiosidad al punto de obtener un doctorado. Cuando comencé a leer el libro pensé que era ficción ya que no me había detenido a leer las reseñas. Me llevé una sorpresa cuando descubrí que ésta fue y será la vida de Tara Westover. Muy recomendado 👍

    nataliaescortesshared an impression3 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths

    Wow. This book has opened my mind to the realities of some people. I had never heard of a story like hers, however in many ways I can relate to Tara. Please, do yourself a favor and read it.

    Ricardo Morashared an impression3 months ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths

    Quizá todos deberíamos llevar un diario.


    Nina Vyvcharukhas quotedlast year
    To admit uncertainty is to admit to weakness, to powerlessness, and to believe in yourself despite both. It is a frailty, but in this frailty there is a strength: the conviction to live in your own mind, and not in someone else’s. I have often wondered if the most powerful words I wrote that night came not from anger or rage, but from doubt: I don’t know. I just don’t know.
    Nina Vyvcharukhas quotedlast year
    What was important to me wasn’t love or friendship, but my ability to lie convincingly to myself: to believe I was strong. I could never forgive Charles for knowing I wasn’t.
    b9553486412has quoted2 years ago
    It’s strange how you give the people you love so much power over you,

On the bookshelves

    María Fernanda Medina
    LC´S DE ELdV
    • 440
    • 17
    Rahma Khairina
    To read
    • 513
    • 8
    Melting Pot
    • 116
    • 2
    Enlik Tjioe
    • 46
    • 1
    Chernikova Maria
    • 17
    • 1
Drag & drop your files (not more than 5 at once)