Inheritance

Wow, this book was really annoying. I can understand being shocked to find out the truth of your paternity in your mid 50s, but considering the author's bio-dad turned out to be a lovely, successful physician (as opposed to, say, an axe murderer) I couldn't see what the big fuss was about. My two nieces were adopted from China and will likely never know anything about either of their biological parents, and they've had to deal with this truth for their entire lives. Dani Shapiro comes across as the definition of “white privilege” - rich, self-absorbed and clueless about how lucky she is. I kept reading because I thought she would share some of the information she learned about the history and ethics around sperm donation, but no, it was all about her.

I'm tempted to go back and hate-read some of Shapiro's previous memoirs, but life is too short and there are too many other books that I want to truly enjoy.