Mists of Serengeti (Leylah Attar)

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Once in Africa, I kissed a king…

“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newly born butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”

When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.

Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.

Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.

But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”

A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.


 I think this one is totally on me. I don’t think I was in the right frame of mind to be reading this one when I did. Which sucks. More so for me because Leylah’s story telling is always so magical and creative to me. And this one was no different, I just struggled to get into it.

I can honestly say though, at 84% and on I was finally where I wanted to be with this book. But that’s too long for my liking. I wanted to feel like that at 30%. This doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the good writing when I read it, though. Leylah has a strategic way with words and Mists of Serengeti is no different than Leylah’s past work. Her writing was poignant and passionate and for me that’s admirable and impressive.

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“Sometimes we need to be jarred out of our own reality. We base so much of ourselves on other people’s perceptions of us. We live for the compliments, the approval, the applause. But what we really need is a grand, spine-chilling encounter with ourselves to believe we’re freaking magical. And that’s the best kind of believing, because no one can unsay it or take it away from you.”

The character structure was just so off for me. One chapter Jack was rude and distant the next he was calm and chatty and very well involved with Rodel. Not to mention I couldn’t get connected to Rodel which in turn never ends up well. I enjoyed reading from Jack’s POV though, I wish we would have had more of it.

I can say this, each chapter ended with solid quotes. Lines that were beautiful.

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”

I think if I was in a different frame of mind, Most of Serengeti would be perfect for me but at this time I just didn’t feel anything. I do, however always feel for Leylah. She’s such a creative writer, one that I can appreciate every time she puts a new book out.

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