I really wanted to like this book. First this book is too long. And there are so many ideas in here that it seems like a mishmash. There’s the idea of being afraid, the idea of feeling left out, the idea of not fitting in. Towards the end the minotaur says they learned that black is just where all the colors meet seems to come from nowhere and belong to a different book. It’s just altogether weird. I like the illustrations. I think they are well done. This does have a co-writer in Gerdine Nolan but honestly a lot of this does sound like Tiffany Haddish. It sounds like someone who’s telling their nieces and nephews or their own kids a little story. It’s a nice first effort, but nothing memorable.