This was beautiful and painful and although I haven't read any of the other contenders I am sure it deserved the Booker Prize.

Strange to think this novel takes place in an overlapping time with the last story I read - Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City - and Maali escaping to San Francisco with his boyfriend where they might have been a passing figure, a sentence aside. But that was never going to happen. The story The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida most reminded me of was The Good Place, although they aren't especially like each other.

I feel like I am doing a disservice to this book to be talking only in relation to other titles. But I have waited half a month to mark it as finished because I couldn't think what to say that would do it justice. Read it, if you can.