I Know Where The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou.
I'm not sure why, but I've had a craving for autobiographies lately. None that are about celebrities; those are far too dreary. I finished rereading The Glass Castle (the author currently escapes me) a few weeks ago and I still haven't had my fill.
I haven't been particularly fond of sci-fi for a while now, so unfortunately I can't help scratch your itch. :)