The story of Julie Andrews's early life would make a fine movie. Thanks to her gift for storytelling and delicate sense of nuance, it makes an even more splendid book. As she threads her way from a difficult childhood in war-torn England, she wins our sympathy, only to engulf us in the excitement of a peripatetic career that began when she was only 12. When she sang before the queen in 1948, she became the youngest solo artist ever to participate in a royal command performance. Home, however, is not simply a rendition of all Andrews's first triumphs; this Surrey-born lass spices the salad with catchy anecdotes and sage reflections.