The opposite of Guilty Pleasure must be Worthy Read. And I must confess that when faced with a cover featuring an AK47 and those orange-y colours that usually denote war-torn African country, my instinct is to reach for the glitzy book next to it. The Frances Lincoln list is heavy on Guilt Trip Lit - and we love them for it. Because, generally, it means their books are well written and resonant. Far from Home by Na’Ima B Robert is both of these (bar a tendency to have a few too many smiles playing on lips). A dual narrative novel, it starts in Rhodesia with the story of Tariro who together with her village, is violently banished from her ancestral land by white settlers. Fast forward forty years to Katie, living a charmed life in Zimbabwe, until the Land Regeneration Programme delivers poetic justice. Although the connection between the two girls is awkwardly contrived, and towards the end Robert lapses clumsily in to history telling mode, the evocation of landscape and the emotion it engenders is powerfully done. Tariro’s story leaves you with tears down your cheeks and a residue of guilt that is harder to wipe away.