A Mountain of Crumbs by Elena Gorokhova is a good but certainly not great memoir of Gorkhova’s life growing up in St. Petersburg during the 1960s and 1970s. Gorokhova is charming and at times quite engaging; overall, it was a pleasant but not particularly special or memorable reading experience. I’d gone into the book hoping for a unique perspective, something that I hadn’t got from other memoirs based elsewhere in the U.S.S.R. and was disappointed. Mushroom hunting in the forest, initiation into Young Pioneers, weekends fixing up the family dacha, all of this was a little too stereotypical for me, the kind of thing I’d heard from my own mother and from other memoirs. However, I was introduced to Gorokhova’s impressive mother who, frankly, deserves a book entirely to herself, and for that I will be forever grateful. She is the character who sticks in your head while Gorokhova fades quickly away.
A Mountain of Crumbs by Elena Gorokhova. It's described as "a funny, touching memoir of growing up in Soviet Russia." [Sounds like it'd be good.]