Nadine Gordimer has been on my list of authors I want to read for quite a while. When Desmond Tutu died, I looked for some good South Africa literature and Gordimer popped onto my radar again. The story is of the daughter of a fictitious South African Anti-Apartheid leader. It captures the issues of being the offspring of someone famous and the turmoil in South Africa during the Apartheid years.

At times, Gordimer's writing reminds me of Virginia Woolf. It is hauntingly beautiful.

Perhaps it is because the book is from a previous era or something about the writing style, but as much as I loved this book, it did not grab me in the same way some other books have and so I've chosen to give it four stars instead of five. If I could be more precise, I'd give it about four and a half stars.