Educated

Educated

A Memoir

Book - 2018 | First Canadian edition
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"Tara Westover was seventeen the first time she set foot in a classroom. Born to survivalists in the mountains of Idaho, she prepared for the end of the world by stockpiling home-canned peaches and sleeping with her "head-for-the-hills bag." In the summer she stewed herbs for her mother, a midwife and healer, and in the winter she salvaged in her father's junkyard. The family was so isolated from mainstream society that there was no one to ensure the children received an education, and no one to intervene when one of Tara's older brothers became violent. As a way out, Tara began to educate herself, learning enough mathematics and grammar to be admitted to Brigham Young University. Her quest for knowledge would transform her, taking her over oceans and across continents, to Harvard and to Cambridge. Only then would she wonder if she'd traveled too far, if there was still a way home. With the acute insight that distinguishes all great writers, Tara Westover has crafted a universal coming-of-age story that gets to the heart of what an education offers: the perspective to see one's life through new eyes, and the will to change it."--Provided by publisher.
Publisher: Toronto : HarperCollins Publishers Ltd., [2018]
Edition: First Canadian edition
Copyright Date: ©2018
ISBN: 9781443452472
Branch Call Number: 270.092 Westo
Characteristics: xv, 334 pages ; 24 cm

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JCLZainabF Mar 31, 2020

I finished this book in few days and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
This book is not only engrossing, but it’s also distressing. Tara Westover weaves a tale about complicated and sometimes abusive family relationships. The author’s commitment for a better future and her dedication to pursue her goals are the things that stood out for me.

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rmshields
Mar 25, 2020

Wow! What a life! Amazing read and an actual page-turner. The stories of abuse are intense but inspiring that someone could go from barely any education to a Cambridge PhD.

IndyPL_JessicaNS Mar 23, 2020

Incredibly hard to read, but so, so powerful. That she was able to survive the abuse from her brother, the indoctrination from her father, and the silence of her mother is a testament to her strength and perseverance. The education she gives herself is something many people can relate to. Sometimes we have to unlearn things in order to be who we really are.

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lydia03
Mar 23, 2020

The book Educated by Tara Westover was very intriguing. I really enjoyed the detail she provided when recalling so many moments in her life. Her perseverance and courage throughout her struggles is very inspiring. It was incredible to read about how she built up the courage and the independence to leave her family and build her own life, one that she wanted.

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Adi_2
Mar 22, 2020

The book Educated by Tara Westover is a truly intriguing book that had me not wanting to put the book down. I loved the beginning of the book, started out with describing the beautiful nature of the Idaho mountains and then slowly progressing into describing the unfortunate situation of Tara and her family. Her perseverance and journey to achieve her goals of having an education is a great motivator and I recommend this book to anyone who in currently in school seeking an education!

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white_dolphin_446
Mar 21, 2020

Educated is a beautiful story that describes a young girl's struggle through her experiences of a separate world from our own, living off-grid and only knowing a small number of people. Tara encounters struggles with not receiving education and physical and emotional abuse from her family and friends. Eventually managing to leave, she tells the challenges of moving to a normal life after suffering abuses from her family even outside of her former home, but still managing to get her education, her focus in this book. Overall, the book was written very well and gave me a look into another world of religion and lifestyle.

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Eil_1
Mar 20, 2020

Tara's life is a complex series of trials and pain experienced from her Father and brother Shawn - both of whom are victims of mental illness. Despite the fact that the reader can see this, Tara is oblivious to the traumatic and violent behavior of both men. Her mother is subservient to her husband and of no help to her daughter.This is a years-long effort of Tara striving to undo the damage inflicted on her by those who supposedly love' her. I would recommend this novel.

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delphimo
Mar 20, 2020

Educated by Tara Westover drills home the false beliefs by many of government control. Tara’s father withdraws his children from school and does not apply for birth certificates for many of his children. He is stockpiling food and supplies in rural Idaho. Can you image withdrawing from government contact and education for your children? Tara’s mother supplements the family income by working as a midwife and herbalist. The children are self-educated, and a few actually enter school and college. This reminds me of The Glass Castle in the story of despair.

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karenwood007
Mar 19, 2020

LOVED this book! So inspiring. I was immersed in her story from page 1. I'm sure it will be made into a film as well. She proves that anyone can make it.

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JLMason
Mar 13, 2020

The author’s perseverance and ultimate success under adverse family conditions are admirable; however, the story just didn’t hold my interest. Did not finish.

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NadiaHathor
Oct 02, 2019

"The blessing was a mercy. He was offering me the same terms of surrender he had offered my sister. I imagined what a relief it must have been for her, to realize she could trade her reality - the one she shared with me - for his. How grateful she must have felt to pay such a modest price. I could not judge her for her choice, but in that moment I knew I could not choose it for myself. Everything I had worked for, all my years of study, had been to purchase for myself this one privilege, to see and experience more truths than those given to me by my father, and to use those truths to construct my own mind. I had come to believe that the ability to evaluate many ideas, many histories, many points of view, was at the heart of what it means to self-create. If I yielded now, I would lose more than an argument. I would lose custody of my own mind. This was the price I was being asked to pay, I understood that now. What my father wanted to cast from me wasn't a demon; It was me."

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

I am only seven, but I understand that it is this fact, more than any other, that makes my family different: we don’t go to school. Dad worries that the Government will force us to go but it can’t, because it doesn’t know about us. Four of my parents’ seven children don’t have birth certificates. We have no medical records because we were born at home and have never seen a doctor or nurse. * We have no school records because we’ve never set foot in a classroom. When I am nine, I will be issued a Delayed Certificate of Birth, but at this moment, according to the state of Idaho and the federal government, I do not exist. Of course I did exist. I had grown up preparing for the Days of Abomination, watching for the sun to darken, for the moon to drip as if with blood.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

…all the decisions that go into making a life — the choices people make, together and on their own, that combine to produce any single event. Grains of sand, incalculable, pressing into sediment, then rock.
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“ What’s college? ” I said. “College is extra school for people too dumb to learn the first time around,” Dad said.
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“There’s two kinds of them college professors,” Dad said. “Those who know they’re lying, and those who think they’re telling the truth.” Dad grinned. “Don’t know which is worse, come to think of it, a bona fide agent of the Illuminati, who at least knows he’s on the devil’s payroll, or a high-minded professor who thinks his wisdom is greater than God’s.”

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

My strongest memory is not a memory. It’s something I imagined, then came to remember as if it had happened. The memory was formed when I was five, just before I turned six, from a story my father told in such detail that I and my brothers and sister had each conjured our own cinematic version, with gunfire and shouts. Mine had crickets. That’s the sound I hear as my family huddles in the kitchen, lights off, hiding from the Feds who’ve surrounded the house. A woman reaches for a glass of water and her silhouette is lighted by the moon. A shot echoes like the lash of a whip and she falls. In my memory it’s always Mother who falls, and she has a baby in her arms. The baby doesn’t make sense — I’m the youngest of my mother’s seven children — but like I said, none of this happened.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

One telling in particular has stayed with me. I am seven or eight and am in my room dressing for church. I have taken a damp rag to my face, hands and feet, scrubbing only the skin that will be visible.
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How the paranoia and fundamentalism were carving up my life, how they were taking from me the people I cared about and leaving only degrees and certificates — an air of respectability — in their place. What was happening now had happened before. This was the second severing of mother and daughter. The tape was playing in a loop.
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God couldn’t abide faithlessness, Dad said. That’s why the most hateful sinners were those who wouldn’t make up their minds, who used herbs and medication both, who came to Mother on Wednesday and saw their doctor on Friday — or, as Dad put it,” Who worship at the altar of God one day and offer a sacrifice to Satan the next. “These people were like the ancient Israelites because they’d been given a true religion but hankered after false idols.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

I had misunderstood the vital truth: that its not affecting me, that was its effect.
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I was fifteen and I felt it, felt the race I was running with time. My body was changing, bloating, swelling, stretching, bulging. I wished it would stop, but it seemed my body was no longer mine. It belonged to itself now, and cared not at all how I felt about these strange alterations, about whether I wanted to stop being a child, and become something else.
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Dad said that the Government had programmed the computers with a six-digit calendar, which meant the year had only two digits. “When nine-nine becomes oh-oh,” he said,” the computers won’t know what year it is. They’ll shut down.” “Can’t they fix it?” “Nope, can’t be done,” Dad said. “Man trusted his own strength, and his strength was weak. ”
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I’d never learned how to talk to people who weren’t like us — people who went to school and visited the doctor. Who weren’t preparing, every day, for the End of the World.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

I was sixteen, had never taken an exam, and had only recently undertaken anything like a systematic education;
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I began to study trigonometry. There was solace in its strange formulas and equations. I was drawn to the Pythagorean theorem and its promise of a universal — the ability to predict the nature of any three points containing a right angle, anywhere, always.
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“ Tara can’t drive the crane,” Dad said. “It’ll take half the morning to teach her the controls, and she still won’t know what the hell she’s doing.” “But she’ll be careful,” Shawn said,” and I’m done falling off shit. ”
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I am not sorry, merely ashamed.
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I applied to BYU a week later. I had no idea how to write the application, so Tyler wrote it for me. He said I’d been educated according to a rigorous program designed by my mother, who’d made sure I met all the requirements to graduate.
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Doctors were Sons of Perdition. Homeschooling was a commandment from the Lord.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

“Holocaust. “ I don’t know how long I sat there reading about it, but at some point I’d read enough. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. I suppose I was in shock, but whether it was the shock of learning about something horrific, or the shock of learning about my own ignorance, I’m not sure.
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As a child, I’d been aware that although my family attended the same church as everyone in our town, our religion was not the same. They believed in modesty; we practiced it. They believed in God’s power to heal; we left our injuries in God’s hands. They believed in preparing for the Second Coming; we were actually prepared.
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I don’t understand why I wasn’t allowed to get a decent education as a child.
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I’d earned A’s in every subject except Western Civ. I would get a scholarship for half of my tuition. I could go back.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

Rosa Parks. An image appeared of a policeman pressing a woman’s finger into an ink sponge. Dr. Kimball said she’d taken a seat on a bus. I understood him as saying she had stolen the seat, although it seemed an odd thing to steal.
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The word and the way Shawn said it hadn’t changed; only my ears were different. They no longer heard the jingle of a joke in it. What they heard was a signal, a call through time, which was answered with a mounting conviction: that never again would I allow myself to be made a foot soldier in a conflict I did not understand.
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Algebra threatened to put an end to my scholarship. The professor spent every lecture muttering inaudibly as he paced in front of the chalkboard. I wasn’t the only one who was lost, but I was more lost than anyone else. Charles tried to help, but he was starting his senior year of high school and had his own schoolwork. In October I took the midterm and failed it.

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jimg2000
Sep 12, 2019

The test was in front of me. The problems were compliant, pliable; they yielded to my manipulations, forming into solutions, one after the other. I handed in my answer sheet, then stood in the frigid hallway, staring up at the screen that would display my score. When it appeared, I blinked, and blinked again. One hundred. A perfect score.
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My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.
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I was sitting in Psychology 101 when the professor read the symptoms aloud from the overhead screen: depression, mania, paranoia, euphoria, delusions of grandeur and persecution. I listened with a desperate interest. This is my father, I wrote in my notes.
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…a student asked what role mental disorders might have played in separatist movements. “I’m thinking of famous conflicts like Waco, Texas, or Ruby Ridge, Idaho,” he said.

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JerryJennings
Jan 04, 2020

A Memoir by Tara Westover is a powerful book.  Westover’s courage to tell her story is important because it provides others with a true journey.  A complex, emotional, brutal, and brave journey a young women took ‘from’, ‘towards; and ‘to’ a healthy new beginning.  Reading Tara’s story was not easy.  She experienced a family life, with her siblings and parents, that left scars. Westover’s candor fills this book. I appreciate how straightforward and humble her writing is. I am so glad I read it.  

This book was selected as one of The New York Times Book Review’s 10 Best Books of 2018.

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