Whilst I have a wide range of reading tastes, this is one that I would not normally consider. It is an autobiography of Maya, a black girl growing up in the depression era of America with the dreadful prejudice that was considered normal at that time in America.She is brought up mainly by her grandmother, and gets to meet her mum properly around the age of eight. She suffers from beatings for the slightest infraction, is raped as a child and understandably is scared because of these things.And yet her character is tenacious, she is unwilling to give up, seeking to be the first black employee on the San Francisco streetcars, which she achieves, and her life which had been full of despair has hope at last.Angelou writes about issues that are grim; the poverty, the abuse, the culture at the time, and she does it with an eloquence that gives you faith in humanity.