4,5 Sterne Ein unglaublich emotionales Buch über Familie, Freundschaft und Identität. Worum geht es? Vivek Oji ist tot. Seine Mutter findet ihn eingewickelt in bunten Stoff. Sein Tod erschüttert sie und sie muss mit der Zeit erkennen, dass sie ihren Sohn nicht wirklich kannte. Wie hat mir das Buch gefallen? Ich habe das Buch mit einem schweren Herzen beendet. Es war unbeschreiblich traurig, bewegend und zugleich wunderbar. Emezis Schreibstil ist ergreifend und hat mich zu Tränen gerührt. Es war so berührend zu lesen wie die einzelnen Charaktere mit Vivek Tods umgegangen sind. Das Buch wird mir wahrscheinlich ewig im Gedächtnis bleiben. Dies war mein erstes Buch der Autorin und ich möchte in Zukunft definitiv mehr von ihr lesen.

This is my first Emezi (definitely not my last), and even though my expectations were high, I wasn't disappointed. This is not an easy read, though, not to say a painful one. I'm not revealing anything when I say that the main character dies - it's in the title, after all. But the knowledge of this death makes any light, happy moments of the story bittersweet. Emezi's narrative style is empathetic, but never euphemistic. The changing narrators and the forms in which they come are chosen magnificently and add, in hindsight, another layer and new aspects to the constellation of characters as well as the story itself. Attentive readers will be able to foresee many aspects before they are confirmed, but they, of course, are condemned to watch helplessly. The only thing worse than this one is left with is that this fictional story is repeating itself over and over again, possibly daily, in reality, all across the globe.

This is my first Emezi (definitely not my last), and even though my expectations were high, I wasn't disappointed. This is not an easy read, though, not to say a painful one. I'm not revealing anything when I say that the main character dies - it's in the title, after all. But the knowledge of this death makes any light, happy moments of the story bittersweet. Emezi's narrative style is empathetic, but never euphemistic. The changing narrators and the forms in which they come are chosen magnificently and add, in hindsight, another layer and new aspects to the constellation of characters as well as the story itself. Attentive readers will be able to foresee many aspects before they are confirmed, but they, of course, are condemned to watch helplessly. The only thing worse than this one is left with is that this fictional story is repeating itself over and over again, possibly daily, in reality, all across the globe.