We Are All The Same

Forgot to post that I read We Are All The Same by Jim Wooten about a month back. It’s a touching tale of a young Zulu boy growing up with AIDs and his adoptive mother. The book (more like novella) covers the 12 years of Noski’s life, from his birth in a shanty town to his adoption by a white family to his speech giving at international AIDS conferences, to his untimely death. It’s not written in the most accessible of styles (it feels like it’s written for a TV script) but the story is touching and moving yet depressing (all signs of a good book).