Obama’s Dreams from My Father

Last week, I finally read Barack Obama’s Dreams from My Father. I expected it to be good — several friends had recommended the book. I know the man delivers a mean speech! But I did not expect the poetry, the storytelling. It’s one thing to be a powerful rhetorician and speechmaker; it’s another thing to craft a memoir that sings. This voice weaves, skips, mends, reaches, and sanctifies. A clear and deep voice for complex and difficult questions.