I am in love with Annie Schrank. Not in a Sapphic way, you understand, but with her attitude, her determination, and her unrequited love for a country she had only visited for a month. I honor her for her courage and empathy, and her ability to take everything Africa threw at her without flinching.
Kenya touched her heartstrings, and although life takes her back to her homeland in the US, the longing to return never leaves her. Arriving back in Kenya, I was struck by her bravery. Going off for weeks at a time to take photos and live with the natives is an act consistent with that of her hero, Jane Goodall. Suffering hardship and privation without complaint is something I admire because I know I couldn't do it. And there is an incredible love story, too, which leads her to discover the sad state of orphaned girls in Africa.
This is an amazing book: it's Africa as it was in the 1970s, and life was very different then. I absolutely loved it. I usually read two books at a time, but I couldn't put this one down. Annie's story, and the stories she tells of the people she meets, will stay with me for a long, long, time. I know this is a book I will reread in the future. Thank you Annie, for sharing your story with us.