I liked The Girl Who Smiled Beads by Clemantine Wamariya, and I am glad I read it, but I didn’t love it. It’s a true story that bounces back and forth from Clemantine’s experience as a refugee with her sister from Rwanda and her life in America. But, it was a cold read. I didn’t feel her or really get to know her despite the writing. And, again, while it was a very sad and interesting story, it didn’t move me the way many memoirs do.