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Happy Birthday, Frank McCourt

Frank McCourt is the author of Angela's Ashes, which won a Pulitzer Prize for Biography/Autobiography in 1997.

McCourt was born August 19, 1930 in Brooklyn, NY. He moved to Ireland with his family during the Great Depression. In his 1996 memoir, Angela's Ashes, he recounts his miserable childhood spent in poverty with an alcoholic father and a struggling mother.  At the age of nineteen, he returned back to the United States and became a teacher before writing his book for which he won immediate praise and a Pulitzer Prize, National Book Critic's Circle Award, and Boeke Prize.  He passed away on July 19, 2009 from cancer, at the age of 78.

According to a 2000 Washington Post article Angela's Ashes had already sold 4 million copies, was on the Best Seller list for 117 weeks, and was translated into twenty languages. 

His memoir is still one of my favorite books and tops my list of recommended reads.

Click to read about Angela's Ashes.

http://readinginthegarden.blogspot.com/2013/03/angelas-ashes-by-frank-mccourt.html


Happy Reading,

Annette



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