After reading Keena Robert's memoir, I am going to assume the front cover photo is photoshopped, since one learns from the book that the hippopotamus is the most dangerous creature in all of Africa. Personally, I learned lots and lots of stuff about life in Africa that I did not know. Ms. Roberts fascinates the reader with all that she experienced as a child living in Botswana, part of the year, with her little sister and parents who were both primatologists. All that she had to do to be a part of a primate studying camp, all that she had to do to not be injured or killed by a wild animal.
While reading her story, I amusingly often thought that any helicopter parent who read the memoir would probably see it as a sick type of science fiction. Seriously, the things Keena Roberts and her sister Lucy were expected to learn and carry out would probably give a helicopter parent convulsions. Basically, the girls were treated like small adults from a very young age. On one hand, it showed how capable children are of doing difficult and dangerous tasks, when it is expected of them by their parents. On the other hand, one had to question the judgment of Ms. Robert's parents at times, had to question if they were lacking in some common parental protectiveness.
Both her parents were scientific types, who apparently did not talk about feelings much, and were not physically demonstrative. Even back in the United States, during the school years when the girls were in a private Philadelphia school, her parents seemed strangely uninvolved in her life at times. For example, the author was harassed by boys on the phone for a long time, and her parents knew about it, but did nothing to stop it; even though they easily could have, since the calls were being made to the family's landline! Her mother sympathized with her about the calls, but apparently felt that was life and you just had to accept such things. Also, back in Botswana, she was allowed to drink beer and hard liquor even before entering high school.
Don't get the wrong impression here, though, this memoir is thankfully not a parent bashing one, or even one that spends much time reflecting on family dynamics. (Amazing since the author majored in psychology at Harvard.) It's more of an adventure story, plus a look at what it is like to be considered really odd by many kids at school, because you were different, due to having a totally different life part of the year in Africa. Kids said really mean things to Ms. Roberts even in her senior year, after years of her trying to fit in with everyone else, trying to be somewhat invisible. It was a shame all the wildness of Africa, all the courage she had to have to live and survive there, didn't make her a bit more like a hippopotamus when she was in school in Philadelphia. She could have ripped the heads off of those mean kids! :)
(Note: I received a free ARC of this book from Amazon Vine.)