Educated, A Memoir by Tara Westover…

“You could call this selfhood many things. Transformation. Metamorphosis. Falsity. Betrayal. I call it education.”

Wow! What a powerful story! Amazing! This story demonstrates that books have great power in transforming a person. This reaffirms my own belief that a lot of the injustices that societies around the world are plagued with can be solved by making books accessible to the people who suffer from the effects of those injustices. As Malala said, “Let us pick up our books and our pens, they are the most powerful weapons.”

The process of recreating one’s self, especially when that self has not been nurtured in the early stages of life, is painful and difficult. Tara Westover articulates this process using powerful language. As an adult who endured abuse throughout her life, she does a great job articulating the confusion in her mind between choosing the path that seems right to her vs being loyal to her family. The journey that she undertook on her own is truly inspiring! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A few powerful quotes that really resonated with me:

“When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness comes from?”

“What is a person to do, I asked, when their obligations to their family conflict with other obligations – to friends, to society, to themselves?”

“But vindication has no power over guilt. No amount of anger or rage directed at others can subdue it, because guilt is never about them. Guilt is the fear of one’s own wretchedness. It has nothing to do with other people.”

“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 the heart of what it means to self-create.”

“But something had shifted nonetheless. I had started on a path of awareness, had perceived something elemental about my brother, my father, myself. I had discerned the ways in which we have been sculpted by a tradition given to us by others, a tradition of which we were either willfully or accidentally ignorant. I had begun to understand that we had lent our voices to a discourse whose sole purpose was to dehumanize and brutalize others – because nurturing that discourse was easier, because retaining power always feels like the way forward.”

“The distance – physical and mental – that had been traversed in the last decade nearly stopped my breath, and I wondered if perhaps I changed too much. All my studying, treading, thinking, traveling, had it transformed me into someone who no longer belonged anywhere?”

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