I will admit, I could not finish this book. I read half of it, and just didn't see the point in finishing a book I did not like at all.
The plot was slow moving, and the author segued into the trite dialog and musings of the Burgess siblings, spouses, or whomever else. A lot of meandering nonsense.
I found the dialog amongst and between the so-called educated Burgess siblings as juvenile. A grown, successful (maybe in his arrogant and inflated ego) attorney calling his younger brother names? "Hey, knucklehead" in a crowded bar? If he is so famous and well thought of, that wouldn't raise some eyebrows? Or better yet, "an incompetent f***ing mental case"?
All three of the siblings were cold and didn't seem to have any redeeming qualities in them. Granted, their childhood did not seem to be filled with warmth, but that isn't an excuse for the detachment and abrasive behavior exhibited towards each other, or other family members.
I think this (is another) book that had the potential to address a political hot button, but fell short. But again, I didn't finish the book. I was disappointed that when the opportunity arose, in the book, that the author could have given more insight into the understanding of the Somali people and culture. She evidently researched it before writing the book, or then again, maybe not.
For all the hype this book has gotten, I think it fell flat.
I will not be recommending this book, and being generous for giving it one star.