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Robyn Scott's memoir offers a vivid glimpse into her life in Africa. I'm curious what motivated her to tell this story and what she hoped readers would take away.

The memoir portrays some moments that felt both inspiring and challenging, especially regarding local traditions. How did others react to those parts?

It feels like a deeply personal account, but also a window into Botswana's culture. Did the author succeed in giving both perspectives equal weight?