I liked Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine so much that I read the author’s first book, this autobiographical account of her youth, growing up with her mother and grandmother in the Northeast, and spending summers with her father in the South.
You may be thinking, why would I want to read the autobiography of an author I’ve never even heard of? Answer: Because it’s written in such an enjoyable narrative style, and because so many elements of the mother-daughter and father-daughter relationship in the book are universal. Her perspective as a young black woman growing up in a single-parent household during the ’60s makes for a consistently interesting read.
2 Things @ Once 