This post's mostly directed at deadmike, wherever he is

I hate how long it took me to read this - I've had some severely scaled back reading time the past month, but I finally finished
Angela's Ashes. It was an excellent read just like deadmike said it would be. As far as memoirs go, you can't get much better than this - the book reads like straight up well-written fiction. If you're not familiar with the plot, the story is told by Frank McCourt, detailing his family and childhood spent briefly in NYC and then until he's 19 in Limmerick, Ireland. It's mostly a story of persevering against extreme poverty, hunger and the family patriarch's alcoholism. I'd say I really rooted for poor "Frankie" until about the final 3 or 4 chapters when he started to act more like an a-hole. You can't really blame him for his later teenage angst since he had about the shittiest childhood ever. Despite some pretty grim material, McCourt does a pretty good job of incorporating dark humor and tender moments so it's not a totally depressing read.
The only thing that really really annoyed me here was the lack of quotation marks and most punctuation. Sometimes it took a reread of a sentence to figure out who was really talking or if something was thought instead of spoken. Anyway, thanks for making me read this one
deadmike, you asswhore...
