This was one-of-those that had me reading in every break I had at work, on every train (regardless of whether it was just 5 minutes between stations) and sometimes whilst walking, because I wasn’t willing to part with the sentence. One-of-those where you ferociously plough through it because you’re so eager for the ending, but feel a loss as soon as you actually finish it, wishing you’d savoured it. One-of-those that had me crying and gasping on public transport. One-of-those where the place descriptions made me want to be there, the sensory descriptions made me feel like I was, and the taste descriptions made me hungry.
It is crafted rather than written. It is an intercontinental saga of two brothers and the web of people involved in their lives, growing up in Ethiopia amidst the socio-political turmoil and the overthrowing of Emperor Haile Selassie. It’s about becoming doctors and discovering the cost of passion, whilst grappling with all that comes with coming of age: of love, loss, forgiveness and retribution.
The beginning is slow, but it’s because each chapter is weaving characters so intricate that they’ll become ingrained in you, regardless of whether you like them or not. This book is so damn good.