I just finished reading the book “Dreams from My Father” written by Barack Obama years ago, before he became president. It narrates his struggles as a black kid trying to find his place in the world, having a white mother and a black father. It traces his journey to Hawaii, Indonesia, back to Hawaii, Chicago then to Kenya, his father’s homeland.
Obama’s writing is visual, very in-depth which is both good and boring, depending on what he is describing. It is also infused with introspection about the particular lessons and struggles he is faced with. Due to this, he has successfully combined non-fiction which poetry, creating that poetic moment with each chapter. He certainly has that rare ability of a writer who involves the reader and invites him to ponder, to remember and to cherish life.