I find Andrea Levy’s books comforting in an odd way, like slipping on a pair of old trainers. They’re not the most exciting stylistically, but when you think this was published in 1999 as commercial fiction, the discussion of casual racism in the UK is quite something. This one unfolds slowly, stemming from Faith Jackson, a Black girl whose life has been spent being told she’s ‘not like other Black people’ by white ‘friends’, wanting to reconnect with her family’s roots. She travels to visit an aunt in Jamaica, and from there the family history unspools - I loved the visual of the family tree becoming more filled it at the start of each new section.

It didn’t blow me away, but I always enjoy time spent with characters crafted by Levy.