Hofmann's last book to date seems to be just a filler - hardly anything to say. She dragged the story of her revisiting - what she calls "her family" through endless repetitions and descriptions of facts not at all connected to the subject, like her alpine expedition to Tanzania, under the pretext that she longed for Africa. She goes on and on to even describe the people she met on this trip - totally irrelevant to the topic. She definitely squeezed her 2 - 3 years Kenyan adventure to the last drop. Or is it the last drop? I bet we will have a fourth volume, when she will return to Kenya with her daughter.
Although I read her first two books with much interest, I would say that this interest was mainly due to her unimaginable folly and to finding out more about the Massai customs. How can one sensible 26-year old woman, from Switzerland - not some poor village in Albania, or Haiti, or Honduras, go willingly to live 3 years in a mud-hut, without washing for weeks, without medical assistance, without food, in a primitive environment where women are cruelly mutilated; cannot talk to their men; are married off as children and not allowed to see a doctor? Her husband did not provide for her, she had to spend her own money, work hard and in the end, she became their only source of sustenance. Mind you all this in the name of love! What love? She saw some exotic, handsome Massai on a boat and wow, he becomes the love of her life?! Never mind he could not speak English, he could not write, and moreover, was a lousy lover! If Hoffmann has some money left from the publishing of these books - I suggest she looks for a good therapist. Her adventure proved to be monetarily profitable, but still, she should find out what made her do it and understand her folly.