This wonderful coming-of-age memoir alternates between passages that made me laugh so hard I could barely draw breath:
To make what she called macaroni and cheese, Grandma would boil a box of pasta until it was glue, saturate it with Campbell's cream of tomato soup, then top it with chunks of raw hot dog.
with passages that broke my heart, like this one about the author's absentee, radio-announcer dad :
My father was a man of many talents, but his one true genius was disappearing. Without warning he would change shifts or switch stations. I'd counter by taking a portable radio outside to the stoop, where the reception was better. With the radio on my lap I'd wiggle the antenna, and slowly turn the dial, feeling lost until I found The Voice again. One day my mother caught me. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for my father."