I'm a good ten years behind on The Color of Water by James McBride, but I finally sat down and read it this week and rather enjoyed it. If you happen to have missed it also (seems like no one else has), it's the story of a black man raised mostly in New York by his white Jewish mother and black stepfather. The book alternates between the author's childhood and his mother's.
I didn't find it to be a terribly amazing or insightful book, but still quite good and worth reading. Recommended.