One of my favorite books I have read this year is Becoming. Becoming is an autobiography by Michelle Obama. This was surprising, because I usually don’t like nonfiction books, but this time, I could easily put myself in her shoes. Her way of talking was just like any other person I knew, and the story was inspiring. At the start, she says that she didn’t want to make a book about all the accomplishments she’s had, or all the famous people she’s met, but about how she became the Michelle Obama we all know of today (but not in those exact words). Her story is about a little girl in the Southside of Chicago, growing up. Her story is about answering a lifelong question: Am I good enough? Though, she then realizes she only has to be good enough for herself, and her family, and the great thing about family is that you are always good enough for them. I may not have grown up the way she, or her girls did, but a lot of the feelings they experienced were relatable for me. Her story also made me aware of a lot of things I may have not even thought about before, for example, Michelle Obama never liked politics, never will, and didn’t like it even when her husband was president, or senator. Also, you may have thought life at the White House was all fun and games, living in a giant mansion, but just to have dinner outside, Secret Service has to close up an entire road! All the politics, FLOTUS (First Lady of the United States) business wasn’t the most interesting part. For me, at 10 yrs old, the most interesting part was how she handled all the jabbing and prodding, not just from the republicans, but from cousins who thought she talked like a white lady, from classmates who were racist, and from that lady who said she wasn’t Princeton material. The most interesting part was where she came from, her childhood, her background, her sarcasm, and her sass, her personality, her family and friends, and how all this shaped who she became. The most interesting part was that a little girl, a young woman, and a mother, just any regular person like you or me, could become who she became, but the title still would not define us. We would be our own person, just with a fancy title, and the title would not matter one bit. That, and more is why I liked the book, and if you want to know the ‘more’ part, then read the book!
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