It’s been almost a year since I wrote anything in this space. How time flies, I miss myself and adulting has hit me so hard in the past year that I barely have enough time for hobbies such as writing here. I miss this space, I really do and I didn’t realize how much time has gone since my last post, whew!
Since I mainly post book-related stories here, one would have thought that I have not read anything in the past year, but this is not the case. All thanks to my book club:“the Afrocentric book club” I have read at least one book per month and in no particular order, I have read;
- Butter honey pig bread by Francesca Ekwuyasi
- Notes on grief by Chimamanda Adichie
- Nearly all men in Lagos are mad by Damilare Kuku
- Seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
- Swallow by Sefi Attah
- The first Woman by Jennifer Makumbi
- What it means when a man falls from the sky by Lesley Nneka Arimah
Reading keeps me on my toes, it is not only a means of escape for me, it is also a lens through which I see the world. A few days ago I caught myself using a quote I had learned from a book I read to speak to a friend. Hopefully, in the coming days, I will do a review of all the books that I’ve read this year.
Cheers to new beginnings of consistent posting.
