#tarawestover

[chasingpagesquotes]

I could have my mother's love, but there were terms, the same terms they had offered me three years before: that I trade my reality for theirs, that I take my own understanding and bury it, leave it to rot in the earth.

Tara Westover, Educated 

[grendels-cup-of-tea]

Preparing for my FYSM class by getting a head start on the summer reading as opposed to waiting till August. This year it’s Educated by Tara Westover—by far one of the most fascinating memoirs I’ve ever read.

[quotetherapy]

You can love someone and still choose to say goodbye to them... You can miss a person everyday and still be glad they’re no longer in your life.

-Tara Westover

[teachingliteracy]

My boys are letting me relax this morning for Mother’s Day, so I’m going to begin reading this book. Thanks to @perfectplansbymarilyn for letting me borrow it! ❤️ . . #teachingliteracy #teachersofinstagram #teachersfollowteachers #thatbooklife #educated #tarawestovereducated #tarawestover #mothersday (at Montclair, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxXbfy2hODx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gtxazc1lk386

[livingintheinkworld-blog]

I’m loving this book so far! I’ve been reading more memoirs lately, and I find that they’re a nice break from fiction. 📝 . What is your favourite memoir? . . . #educated #tarawestover #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #instabooks #brennareads #memoir #bibliophile #bookaddict #bookish #bookworm #booknerd

[chasingpagesquotes]

You can love someone and still choose to say goodbye to them.. You can miss a person every day, and still be glad that they are no longer in your life.

Tara Westover, Educated 

[chasingpagesquotes]

From the moment I had first understood that my brother Richard was a boy and I was a girl, I had wanted to exchange his future for mine. My future was motherhood; his, fatherhood. They sounded similar but they were not. To be one was the decider. To preside. To call the family to order. Tho be the other was to be among those called.  I knew my yearning was unnatural. This knowledge, like so much of my self-knowledge, had come to me in the voice of people I knew, people I loved. All through the years that voice had been with me, whispering, wondering, worrying. That I was not right. That my dreams were perversions. That voice had may timbres, many tones. Sometimes it was my father's voice; most often it was my own.

Tara Westover, Educated 

[chasingpagesquotes]

It happens sometimes in families: one child who doesn't fit, whose rhythm is off, whose meter is set to the wrong tune.

Tara Westover, Educated