The rarest of pen-pal friendships: one that actually stuck.
Alifirenka and Ganda tell their story in alternating chapters. It's the story of their pen-pal relationship but also their individual lives; as Ganda describes growing up in a slum in Zimbabwe, Alifirenka provides the contrast of a middle-class family in the northeastern U.S.
It's clear that a lot of work went into the book, and generally speaking it's a fluid, compelling story. Ganda does a better job of integrating the non-pen-pal details, although I'm not sure whether I think that because his upbringing was so much more different than mine than Alifirenka's—I wasn't terribly interested in her tales of sneaking out to go party and so on, and it didn't feel as though they did much to drive the story (beyond providing contrast). Her sections occasionally feel a little tone-deaf (e.g., she goes to the African American Awareness Club meeting and is surprised that they're not talking about Africa and that nobody's all that interested in what the white girl has to say; she doesn't join the Break Dance Club because she'd be one of the only white people there—I can give her high school self a pass for being in situations unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her, but I can't give her adult self a pass because there's no analysis), but they're both honest about the good and the bad, which is nice.
Also nice: the amount of thought put into where it made sense for Ganda to go to university. There's a point at which Alifirenka's mother is discussing that, pointing out that some places are going to be more welcoming than others, and that pretty much any U.S. university was going to be quite the culture shock. He was lucky to have people in his corner who could, and would, help him navigate all that.
Before he was accepted to university, Ganda worked briefly as a science teacher...and the circumstances there are, if not unusual for Zimbabwe, nonetheless terribly sad: rural village, deep poverty, students who hadn't had a science teacher for two years, and ultimately no pay for the teacher (who had only gotten as far as his A-levels at that point). It is striking, and sad, to me that just getting through A-levels can qualify somebody to teach, and that the government was ultimately unable to provide a salary for that job.
That brings me to one of my bigger questions about the book—why America? Oh, there are obvious reasons; attending an American university would have given Ganda the kind of leg up and job opportunities that would have been much, much harder to come by in Zimbabwe. But I am uncomfortable with the idea that making it to the United States is the success, that it is only success because he is no longer in Zimbabwe. (You can argue that the 'you made it' also has to do with Ganda and Alifirenka finally getting to meet, and you'd be right—but that could have happened under other circumstances, and there's a definite overtone of 'you made it here'.) There is a definite sense of a bridging of cultures between two families (and a rising in means for Ganda and his family, especially when he is able to provide for them on his own), but I think there's something lacking here in terms of the greater picture. A good starting point for YA readers, though, and maybe one to get them thinking about cultures not their own.