Red Dust Road

<p><b>Celebrating Fifty Years of Picador Books</b><br><br><i>You think adoption is a story which has an end. But the point about it is that it has no end. It keeps changing its ending.</i><br><br>From the moment when, as a little girl, she realizes that her skin is a different colour from that of her beloved mum and dad, to the tracing and finding of her birth parents, her Highland mother and Nigerian father, Jackie Kay’s journey in <i>Red Dust Road</i> is one of unexpected twists, turns and deep emotions. In a book remarkable for its warmth and candour, Kay discovers that inheritance is about much more than genes: that we are shaped by songs as much as by cells, and that what triumphs, ultimately, is love.<br><br>Taking the reader from Glasgow to Lagos and beyond, <i>Red Dust Road</i> is a heart-stopping story of parents and siblings, friends and strangers, belonging and beliefs, biology an