I’m afraid this is getting returned to the library unfinished. I really wanted to like this. I enjoy memoirs, it got good reviews, I thought I’d like it, but it’s not sustaining my interest. It may be that I find the character’s family too sad and trashy, or that it’s not living up to A Girl Named Zippy (my favorite memoir), or I may be too distracted by the other good books I have lying around. So, sorry, Dark at the Roots, you’re going back only a quarter read.