Celebrating Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be exclusive to lovey-dovey couples alone; people’s focus should on the subject of their love- whatever that is. So to share this Valentine’s Day equally, I’m joining up with the literary love party at the blogs above, why not? To celebrate our love for reading. Well there you go, feel free to celebrate your love for….
We love to read and reading is a life skill, the love of reading is great. I’ve been told ‘you can never be a good writer if you don’t love reading’! I imagine there are three kinds of books. The ones you love, the ones you hate and the ones you read just because.It’s not every book you read that you love, surely! I’ll just name a few here, which I’ve only read recently, in the last 12 months or so!
I DO NOT COME TO YOU BY CHANCE
This is a contemporary Nigerian satire of 419ers: those scammers we’re all familiar with, who promise us 20% of their US$60,000,000 fortune if only we can help them get it out of the country. A witty and moving account of an idealistic young man’s involvement with the treacherous world of email scamming; It is for anyone who wants an intelligent read that will literally have you laughing out loud.
PS: After reading this book, I had a book hangover (When you’ve finished a book and you suddenly return to the real world, but the real world feels incomplete or surreal because you’re still living in the world of the book)
WE NEED NEW NAMES
My brother told me about this book and without a second thought I bought this book and also introduced it to my reading group too.
I seem to have forgotten what the book is really about amidst the controversial issue that the writer is writing for the West’s need for African literature to present a uniform, tribal, black, desolate, and desperate homeland called Africa.
Although exposing the high expectations of Africans, about the West, is what gives the novel its Pulse. We need new names, certainly highlights important facts of Africa although not all, it however seems as though exaggerations are allowed.
THE HAIRDRESSER OF HARARE
This book left me with a question, what would I do if I were in the Protagonist’s shoes? It was the first book I purchased on my kindle and read on honeymoon. I was so engrossed, that my husband became so jealous! How did we survive? I hear you ask me! So I would read a chapter and explain to him, and this kept both of us even more engrossed. I remember him telling me, ‘please can you go and finish the book quickly I want to know what happened at the end’
This book crosses the boundary between doing the right thing by law and doing the right thing for a friend. Okay, I really don’t want to spoil it just yet as I’m planning to interview the writer.
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This is a book I read again and again and never get bored. Surely it’s an old book from the 80s, but who cares?
George Orwell cleverly creates a world where the government attempts to control the bodies and minds of the civilians, and the perils of totalitarianism.
Julia and Winston believed that their party would never take away their love towards each other, and hatred towards the omnipotent government. However in the end, the two are proved wrong when they were captured and tortured. Orwell reveals the absence of hope of ever being able to rebel when there is an all-powerful empire in reality. The knock-on effect this has on the reader is a jolt from slumber, to pay attention to the world around them in order to stop anything like that from happening.
ONE DAY I WILL WRITE ABOUT THIS PLACE
After a year of dating my lovely boyfriend, he proposed to me. As any girl would be, I was excited to say the least. What happened next wasn’t a coincidence as this book was picked in my reading group. And so this book literally opened my eyes to the East African culture of teenage circumcision, Kenya. I was introduced to everything my darling fiancé should have warned me about his culture. This booked snitched on him; it became my dictionary, the go to book.
Ok, I’ve not even said what it’s about but I have quotes of Binyavanga Wainaina’s vivid descriptions:
‘Take the sun—give it ten thousand corrugated iron roofs—ask it just for the sake of asking, to give the roofs all it can give the roofs and the roofs start to blur; they snap and crackle in agitation.’
‘Corrugated iron roofs are cantankerous creatures: they groan and squeak the whole day as they are lacerated by sunlight, their bodies swollen with heat and light, they threaten to shatter into shards of metal light. They fail, held back by the crucifixion of nails.’