A Song Flung Up to Heaven

I think I liked each volume of Maya Angelou's autobiographies better than the previous, maybe because I grew to like Angelou better in each volume. Not to say that I didn't like her in I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, but just that her growth as a woman and a writer is clear in each succeeding volume. She shows a wonderful ability to capture her voice from each period in her life.