In this hip, hysterical memoir, Mishna Wolff chronicles her childhood living in a mostly black neighborhood with a father (a white man) who truly believed he was black. Her father did everything he could to make his daughter “down,” but unfortunately, she just didn’t fit in: she couldn’t dance, she couldn’t sing, she couldn’t double dutch and she was the worst player on her all-black basketball team. This book will have you howling with laughter, recommending it to friends and questioning what it means to be black and white in America.