When she was eight years old, Caroline Clarke learned she was adopted. A few decades later, when wondering about some health issues, she went to the agency where she'd been adopted and was given a detailed report about her birth mother - and was stunned to realize she *knew* the family, and had been friends with one of her aunts since she was 16. The most mindblowing revelation - Caroline learned that she was Nat King Cole's granddaughter. (Tho that turned out to be the least important part of the story.)
In this very honest, candid account, the author shares how she told her adoptive parents about the search and its results, how she contacted her birth mother (the 'Cookie' of the title), and how Cookie and Caroline became a part of each others' lives and families ~ mostly through a slew of postcards.
Some reviewers felt that the author was too self-centered and arrogant, but I felt that she was really trying to understand Cookie's phobias and fears and hurts. After all, if I had just found my birth mother and she seemed overwhelmed with joy to hear from me, I too would be puzzled that she didn't want to meet me, and right away. Caroline suddenly had the pain of being an abandoned child - even tho her biological mother had been forced to give her child away, against her will - and that was just another hurt on top of it. And again, the author writes very candidly and very honestly about how she feels and what she experiences, including her relationships with her husband, children, and in-laws; her relationship with her newly-found relatives (and the ones she'd already known); and the death of her father, the man who raised her. There were a few areas where I felt she glossed over some things, but they didn't detract from the flow of the book.
I found the included history fascinating; of course I'd heard of Nat King Cole and many of the other great black musicians of that day, but I have never learned much about them, much less how they were seen through the eyes of an affluent black family. I grew up poor, but other than the difference in musicians we listened to, and that I wasn't taught to be proud to be white, the way Caroline was raised to be proud to be black, it felt very familiar. After all, we are just humans, trying to get along as best we can in the world.
I enjoyed the author's writing and storytelling ability - clearly a direct result of her journalism training. In some cases, she also brought me to tears, especially when speaking about loss.
4.5 stars.