The Autobiography of Mark Twain by Mark Twain

Make no mistake, this is a volume. And, it is but the first of, I believe, three. But, go forth undaunted, for there are gems in these here caves.
This is an autobiography unlike any other. Yes, there have been biographies of Mark Twain before, but this one was created by himself (thus the "auto" portion") with the particular stipulation that it was not to be published until 100 years after his death.
Well, we've made it.
And the structure of the autobiography is, well, loose. Twain writes that he has tried many times to write about his life, but if he starts at the beginning, he loses steam or interest too quickly. So, when he writes, he just writes about whatever in his life interests him at the time. Therefore, the book jumps about quite abit. And, it is not in the least confusing that way. I think that is the way most of us live our lives, we dwell mostly in the present, with periodic side trips to the past. Sometimes, I've no idea who is is speaking of- despite naming the person, and this is what Twain wanted. This is why he specified 100 years posthumous publication. But, it is funny, and bitingly witty, and you can't help but like this man (and be glad you weren't around 100 years ago to cross him).
For kids? Certainly not inappropriate, but maybe they haven't been on earth quite long enough to appreciate the subtle humor and the wit of Twain on himself. Then again, perhaps they have....