I read that in 2006, and didn't like it that much.

I felt her writing was too self-appreciating, i.e. too much of "look at me! I'm a matyr!". Her autibiography made her out to be this selfless, giving, loving, fillial daughter. That she was so great and perfect and nice, and yet they kept treating her like dirt. In my experience, life is never that black and white. And life isn't so clear-cut good and evil.