Amazingly gripping non-fiction book about Henrietta Lacks, a poor black woman whose cells were used for scientific research (and still are). The skill in this book for me is the depiction of her family, as well as mixing the science in in a very palatable way for the non-scientifically inclined. Skloot skillfully makes herself a part of the family, but only as she has to in order to accurate depict her relationships with Lacks' family. The issue that she's a white woman talking about this black family's experience is raised early and well. Very well done, gripping book. I totally welled at the end. Love the slightly supernatural bits where the family attributes events to Henrietta and her cells.
