This was the first book by Zadie Smith I've read and I didn't love it as I'd expected to. The characters I found not compelling, the writing clunky at times. And I felt constantly distracted by the too-similar resemblance to Madonna - not in a way that felt revelatory, but in a way that felt a bit shallow. It did, however make me want to watch many YouTube videos of Fred Astaire dancing - the childhood friendship, the love of dance, the hope: these were the beautiful parts. What came after was not so enjoyable. But I suppose that is like a lot of life.