I‘ve never been happier that a book was done. Really. I despised every second of it. I get it. The topic is really important. And I don’t accept racism in ANY way. But this book… I hated the execution of the message it tried to send. And the end? Okay, well it was a miracle, his mother made it. Why so ever. But I couldn’t help but not care. I really didn’t. I‘m so sorry. But I secretly hoped that she’d die, so there was anything in this book that was in some way realistic. Like I said, I get the importance of this book. And his life was a mess. And I feel really sorry for him. And I would’ve felt sorry for him if his mother died. But at so so many points in that book I just hat the feeling I was reading a novella and that it es literally fiction. I really DIDNT enjoy my time reading this.