I borrowed this from the library a few weeks ago, but hadn’t had a chance to read it. Suddenly, Maya Angelou was gone and demand for the book necessitated its return the next day. I read it in an afternoon, with the loss of the author and numerous obituaries in my mind, and it was an intense experience.
Partner: ‘Oh, you’ve finished your book, how was it?’
Me: ‘Can you just hold me for a while?’
It is an honest, deep and heartbreaking autobiography of an important person. She was prolific and magnificent. Before this I had only read her moving, political poetry, but I intend to read much more.