The mood of familial love of this book is excellent, as it revolves around a girl whose young sibling is being born, and who wanders about wondering what gift to give the baby. The illustrations are beautiful. But I fear that, while positive, it plays into many stereotypes that Americans have about Africa, such as having the girl living in an ultra-rural area where she communes with lions and giraffes for gift advice.
"In a village that was perched on the edge of a great valley in Africa..." is where this girl lives. I guess her country has no name, or at least none that we the reader would ever have heard of. The celebratory dinner when the baby is born? Chapatis and mandazis, which would never be served together, as they are both breads, and wouldn't constitute a feast if served without accompaniment (meat, beans or vegetables would be nice).
In short, it would be a more compelling multicultural book if it had a bit more accuracy in its representation.