I never rush a book. I feel that I should give each sentence the same consideration that the author would have given it.
The tale was vivid, fast moving, sometimes poetic, sometimes lewd. I began to feel real concern that the narrator, Oscar Mandinga, should discover his roots. When I learned the truth, at the end, I felt cheated and angry that I had given it so much of my time and attention.
Was this your intention Carlos Acosta? Fiction is fiction, so why should it matter you may ask. It does and I'm annoyed with myself because the ending of Oscar's beautiful story does matter to me.