I am a little more than halfway through this book, which in the audio version I'm borrowing is read by the author. I am listening to it in the car, during my commute, and trying to soak it all in. The back of the book makes clear that Ms. Angelou is writing to her "daughter" in the universal sense of all younger women she intends to "mother" through her writing. She only has one physical child, who happens to be a son. But I am honestly kind of in awe that she is writing to me, her "daughter."
I cannot tell you how much I am getting from this small volume! (especially hearing it read to me by Maya Angelou, complete with her pauses and inflections and humor and warmth). If you haven't already read it, I urge you to pick it up as soon as possible. You can read one of my favorite essays (so far, anyway) excerpted here.
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