The Color of Air by Gayle Tsukiyama

I wanted to like this. It's set on my island. It was recommended in the newsletter put out by my local book store. I just couldn't get past the inauthenticity of the language. Though the author's father is from Hawai'i, she is not, and it shows. I think if you can't get it right, you shouldn't do it. It makes me wonder if she did get local readers to read it. Example: Sprinkling "yeahs" everywhere doesn't make it ring true. Besides the language, the story was a good one, set in 1935, with an eruption from Mauna Loa providing excitement, and maybe a metaphor. It's a story about secrets and the revealing of them.