Found a memoir that I think beats out Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes—Ma, He Sold Me For a Few Cigarettes, by Martha Long. The title tells so much about this plucky, witty little girl in 1950’s Dublin who survived a violent stepfather, a mother who used her as a little mother to the children she kept spawning, and leaned on her to steal for the family. You’ll find yourself laughing and crying. There are seven books. I’m up to the second–Ma, I Got Me A New Mammy.