I really loved this book. It all just felt like I was listening to a Brymo song! As a West African, usually when I read books by South African or East African authors, I am only able to connect to a certain level and not just culture wise. While I do enjoy them, it always feels like how you feel when talking to a distant cousin that lives in a different state from you. You have so much in common and are able to acknowledge that but you are also completely different in many ways. 

With this book however, it was very different. The music element just drew everything closer. I loved that we had the tizita competition in Ethiopia but I also loved that we were following the story through a Kenyan-American brother. He was able to pull of being culturally aware yet clueless to many of the African social cues. This wasn’t one of the best books I’d read this year but it was certainly one of my favourites.