My favourite thing about this book is the cover and the shape. The book is longer than most books – not longer width-wise, than my palm, but almost the size of a palm and a half, lengthwise. And the lady on the cover looks like a still life photograph, or painting. But don’t judge a book by its cover. So was it a good book?
The first chapter was a bit hard to get over, but once I got into it, it took me about a day to finish. Tsitsi lives in an economically constrained Zimbabwe, where she has to do all she can to make ends meet for the sake of the mother relying on her and the degree she struggled so hard to get. I enjoyed how the writer used frequent flashbacks to tell the story of Tsitsi and her best friend, and her journey.