Maya Angelou gave birth to one son, but this book is her letter to her daughters of the world. In it she speaks to women who are "Black and White, Jewish and Muslim, Asian, Spanish-speaking, Native American and Aleut... (who) are fat and thin and pretty and plain, gay and straight, educated and unlettered..."
It is a book that reads much like a series of blog posts in a way. Each chapter being but a couple of pages, sometimes less. Quality, not quantity.
Angelou advice touches, inspires and fills you with the passion to live your best life, to try: "to be a rainbow in someone else's cloud... (to) not complain... (to) make every effort to change things you do not like...(or) if you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking...(and so may) find a new solution."
Angelou writes in a wonderfully unstated way. Describing often horrific events, such as when her boyfriend abducted, beat and starved her in such such simple undramatised language that it is a lesson in itself in a way. To have experienced horror is one thing, to then share it with others so that they may draw some wisdom or insight from it: such as the power of faith or the resilience of a mother determined to find her daughter is something else. Angelou never asks for the readers pity, she asks instead for us to rise up, keep living, "tell the truth," stand up for yourself where necessary, see every stranger as a friend, be humble and have faith.