I have a renewed respect for Mr Glover after finishing his memoir. Having not experienced a particularly sunny childhood myself, I found myself empathizing and nodding my head knowingly as I read about some of his appalling experiences. But this is not a maudlin, self serving book, but rather an honest investigation into how his experiences (and those of previous generations of his family) have made him the man he is today. I applaud his generosity, particularly when trying to understand his mother - it would have been very easy to demonize both her and his father. And there are some extraordinary, laugh-out-loud moments, that make this book ultimately very enjoyable.