I was so excited for this book, but alas, it did not live up to my expectations. Despite the cheery yellow cover and the seemingly-hopeful title, this is absolutely one of the darkest books I've read in quite some time.
The main character is Margot, a young Jamaican woman who works at a tourist resort. She is ferociously ambitious, and dreams of escaping from the shack where she lives with her family. Margot is a sex worker on the side, supplementing her income and trading sex for promotions and other social benefits. She's focused on her much younger sister, Thandi, who attends an expensive private school. All of the family expects Thandi to become a doctor or lawyer and rescue the rest of them. Thandi, however, is mostly concerned with a cute neighborhood boy, buying skin lightening creams, and becoming an artist. Their mother Delores violently resents her daughters for their beauty and intelligence, and has spent most of their lives driving them away and then blaming them for not loving her the way she wants them to. The final important character is Verdene, a slightly richer woman with whom Margot is in love (sort of, kind of; Margot can't quite bring herself to commit to a same-sex relationship) and who has been ostracized by the community for being a lesbian.
All of these characters are suffering from the trauma of poverty, globalism, racism, colorism, homophobia, sexism, and rape, and as a result are all deeply self-loathing. And not the kind of self-loathing that's fun to read about, where it's just some angst to be healed with a kiss before the end of the story, but the more realistic kind, where it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, making the person pull away from others, making them hard to spend time with and extremely hard to like. Margot in particular makes some absolutely terrible choices, and as much as I can see where she's coming from, I don't have any sympathy for the negative consequences that result.
The writing is lovely and the characters are complex and realistic, but it's simply not a book that I wanted to spend any time with. It lacks a single ray of hope, or spark of goodness, or anything at all other than pure undiluted bleakness. And I know that not every book has to be fun or even enjoyable, and I'm sure that this is objectively a 'good' book, but by God, I would have liked anything to entice me to return to these pages and not simply flee in glad desperation that at least I had the option of escaping, unlike the characters.
I read this as an ARC via NetGalley.