This was my review on goodreads when I first read it:
Ok so it sounds so cheesy to call it transcendent, but...this book is transcendent, and I don’t say that lightly. A moving exploration of faith, love, science, addiction and above all, meaning making. It questions why do we do what we do, what amount of choice we have over that, and if there’s a reason for it all, but in such a rich and tender way that they feel like completely new questions. This book is, to me, a classic already. I’ll be highly surprised if this doesn’t make its way into GCSE or A level English literature or philosophy reading lists at some point in the future, and if it doesn’t then that is a failing of education. Give Yaa Gyasi all the awards.