I received this book via LibraryThing's Member Giveaways.
This is a heartbreaking, well-written book. It is a dark and depressing story of a young woman of Ghanian descent who can barely survive in low-income London. We meet her as a heroin addict, learning that she is trying to forget a traumatic event. Koboah takes her time letting this story unfold, taking us into the past then to the present to see how each step in Peace's life has led to today.
I already felt immense sympathy for Peace, but about halfway through the book, I started crying. Each following page wasn't getting any brighter, and it only got worse. I couldn't stop reading while I was so dumbstruck with grief for Peace, so I resolved I wouldn't stop until my heart stopped breaking or the book ended. My tears did stop just before the end of the book, but I'm still melancholy. I will need to read a couple of lighter books before I venture into such darkness again. This is not a criticism of the book at all; it's a testament to how powerful the story is.