Nonfiction by Jeanette Walls.
This is one of the best memoirs I've ever read. And I'm not really a "memoir person."
Memoirs are problematic. I mean --unless you're a celebrity, I guess-- no one really cares about your troubled childhood, you know? But this one is interesting.
The author starts out when she is a successful adult, living in New York City. She goes out with friends one evening and, as she is getting out a taxi, she sees her mother going through the dumpster.
Now THAT'S a good beginning!