Nalo Hopkinson is a name that's been on my radar for a while now, though I didn't have the opportunity to read any of her novels. I did, however, have the opportunity to read some of her short fiction in an anthology middle of last year. I enjoyed what I read and I looked forward to reading her first novel. 
 I enjoyed it, though I'm glad that this wasn't the first Afro-Carribean work I've read, as the author draws heavily on those cultural practices and supernatural elements as lynch pins for the story. The writing was a bit flat at times, but that may have been amplified by the mythic scope of the plot, which flattened some characters into archetypes only. 
 What I really enjoyed was the protagonist's transition state between maiden and mother. It's a uniquely female kind of coming-of-age story, told amidst the difficulty of finding one's identity between Carribean heritage and dystopian Toronto reality. 
 3/5, and I plan to look up some of Hopkinson's other works.