A Wolf at The Table

A Wolf At The Table

In a continuation of my fondness for memoirs/(auto)biographies, I decided to pick up ‘A Wolf at The Table’ which is written by Augusten Burroughs who was also the author of ‘Running With Scissors’ which I read not too long ago. A Wolf at The Table explores Burroughs’ early childhood and particularly his relationship with his father and is essentially a prequel and really like many prequels should have come first.

The read wasn’t as enjoyable as I had hoped mostly because I felt that it was ‘more of the same’ sort of thing. Having read Running with Scissors and read other bits of information about Burroughs it does put things into perspective and you begin to formulate and see how he has become who he is today.  I’m struggling to really say much about the book other than that the Burroughs really resents his father and fairly obviously blames everything on his father.

The book is really not worth reading unless you happen to have countless hours to spend at a Medical Centre awaiting to find out what exactly gave you the nasty rash.

There is always something to take away from any book and from this book my own beliefs about children and parenting are reaffirmed.  Children are precious and parents have a massive role in shaping the lives of children from a very early age. Wondering what happened when they become teenagers is too-little-too-late.