The blurb didn't really do this book justice. While it is, on the surface, a story of two brown girls, one who can dance, and one who can't, it really is more about a person adrift.

Tracey, the girl who can dance, is the far more intriguing character. But, focus is the unnamed narrator who is really just a shadow of the other people in her life. These supporting characters are important to the narrative, but the narrative skips around in both time and place, and makes you want more, but also less.

The writing is lovely, the imagery evocative. Smith has a lot to say, a lot of it important, but you quickly become overwhelmed with the ideas. The chapters with pop star Aimee, the narrator's boss, were illuminating in the exploration of white savior complex, cultural appropriation, and wealth, but otherwise were dull.

Plus, the narrator is a sad character, one who has great ideas, great thoughts, but ultimately floats through life on the graces and failures of others. The ending left me cold.