My rating: 1 out of 5 stars.
Well, the words below are just my opinion and I don’t want to churn any sentiments here.
I feel the book was a bit ahead in her lifetime and the memoir does not make a compelling read.
Many loose ends like -what happened to the other two who were shot in the same incident as Malala? How have they been taken care of in their home country? While only Malala got airlifted and then totally relocated to the UK with her family joining her, thereafter.
Is only spreading awareness while sitting in a safe place worth all that fame?! What are some of the daily struggles still ongoing in her home country? How is she supporting that, if she is living a totally different and comfortable life, elsewhere?
Would “Moniba” her close friend who excelled at her sometimes been equally successful, in case she had a father like Malala’s? And the answer to that may be affirmative as her father has been her support and the initiator in getting Malala the ‘spotlight’ all the time. This makes me feel this book should have been titled “I am Malala’s father”.
The writing feels like a high school conversation at times and sometimes even the
normal events seem exaggerated. For what it delivers, I think the book is too overrated.