‘Privilege comes in many forms, and being popular is one of them.’ – Luvvie Ajayi
After about four months of barely reading anything I’m finally back on my usual routine of actually completing a book before an entire month expires. With time I’ll soon be back on the one book per two weeks steeze too – watch this space. But I digress…
It’s been more than a minute since I shared a book review I know… Apologies. School took over and my New Years resolution of reading one book per month didn’t really work out like I thought it would. BUT here I am, review in hand just in time for some summer reading!
My last review of the year is here and of course it had to be a book by Chimamanda Adichie! She is after all only one of my favourite authors of all time but I digress. Some of you (read my friend Mumbe) may be wondering why it took me so long to finally read this book. In all honesty, I actually never paid it any attention. Well not until I started getting into a lot of African literature reading earlier this year. I had already read all of Adichie’s other books before this year began but since this was her very first novel, decided to finally give it a chance this year. I’m really glad I did.
This book was gifted to me by my mother a day before I moved to London and once I started reading it, I understood why she gave it to me – it’s a story based in London, about a young woman living in London… Thanks mum, I see what you did there.