#WeeklyFavorites @Read4life
I listened to this one…really enjoyed it.
pickI liked Zelu‘s story much more than the book-in-the-book, the SF novel. And I didn‘t get the ending of that SF novel. But it doesn‘t matter, this book is quite an experience and a perfect book to discuss around the fire during #CampLitsy25 in July!
#ReadTheWorld2025 book 18 #Nigeria
so-soI so wanted to like this, but I kind of didn‘t. The novel follows a quartet of women, all linked, as they ruminate on their loves, their careers, their mothers. Elements I loved and the writing is as good as you‘d expect, but other than Kadiatou‘s story - loosely based on the real case of a New York maid assaulted by a powerful man - the rest left me unmoved and at times, I admit, bored. In fact I skim read the last quarter.
Some days she was fine and some days she was underwater barely breathing. At her 22-week check-up, newly flush with well-being, her nausea receding, she laughed at the grainy-grey image moving on the ultrasound screen, and gaily waved at the front-desk women as she left the doctor‘s
office, but alone in the elevator, she sank to the floor, a stark dissolving all around her. She sent Kwame a text. “I‘m 22 weeks today.”
pickA great novel about art, originality, and ownership. Do we use art to manifest parts of ourselves? Can we ever get beyond that? How much ownership can we have over anything we put out in the world?
Can‘t wait to discuss it for #camplitsy, I think there‘s a lot here to unpack!
pickOooOOOooo! I like this cover more than the one on the hardcover I read (US, library) Anyway, I am giving this a “Pick with reservations” and truly, this is a case of “Book, it‘s not you, it‘s me”. I just couldn‘t overcome the reluctance I felt, the chore it seemed to get this thing read!! I don‘t have time for this, too many books coming at me fast and fury with deadlines. I made it to page 200 before I skipped to the last 4 chapters ⬇️
“Are you an artist?” Luuk asked me, at an art gallery in Mexico City. I was the only Black woman there, in the high-ceilinged space, sedate paintings hangin on very white walls. I told him I was writing a travel essay about the art scene in Mexico City.
“Who do you write for?”
“I‘m freelance.”
...where I returned from trips to write in my study with its pastel walls and shaggy rugs. The high foyer, the lingering lemony scent in the rooms, the reassuring off and on hum of central air. I liked to sit out on the deck and watch the leaves turning gold in the fall in the beautiful preserve of trees that my mother called a forest.
This made me laugh. Shout out to all the 🐈⬛ cat lovers! Yes? 🙌 #catsofLitsy
“Hanging out with Man Man, a humongous black Maine Coon cat who required the attention of a human at all times, was perfect.”
This cover is hidden under the dust jacket for Death of the Author. The main character, Zelu, writes a wildly popular sci fi book called Rusted Robots, and we get to read some of it in Death of the Author. It was so good. I would read the entire novel.
🤖 Taken with some of my Star Wars robots that matched the robots in the story 🦿
