I've always been interested in Helen Keller's story. It's too bad this book has only the most obvious facts about her and is almost clinical in its approach. Then again, that's probably to be expected of a book written by a woman 22 years old 100 years ago, about her own life. Probably not all that much had happened to her, and if it by some chance had, certainly she could not tell it publicly.

The letters she wrote which form the second half of the book are more interesting than the first part. By reading them, you catch several outright lies ("I like mathematics, I really do!" "I hate mathematics!" "I've finally learned to enjoy mathematics!" "I never have to take mathematics again, wohoo!") and it's fascinating seeing how her writing and use of language improved at the beginning. Some humor is also injected by her childish stories of how she punished her doll ("I whipped her with a stick").