It was clear that sons were currency, and only those blessed with them would be supported and listened to.
It was clear that sons were currency, and only those blessed with them would be supported and listened to.
This book packs a lot into a few hundred pages, with trauma, sexuality, family, identity, political and racial themes threaded throughout the story
Hobb seems to have a knack for giving you endings that absolutely makes you want to scream at the injustice of it all.
One way or the other, the women in this book, no matter what their situation was, rallied and took control of their damn lives!!
I absolutely love the portrayal of Witch: she is the all badass, no apologies given-none expected, a professional killer
Finally, this collection gets bonus points for being very Afrocentric in its attempt to explore stories from home vis-à-vis the peculiarities of moving away from home to another country.
It started off as an easy read for me until it got to the point I cried for a Nigeria I have not and will never experience.
Her masterful storytelling ensures a seamless fusion of genres, creating a unique reading experience that leaves a lasting impression
The story is filled with bad decisions, low self-esteem, violence and pain, rape, army brutality, old-age beliefs, and hope
The intentionality of the characters and the tradition-teaching made the whole reading experience thoroughly enjoyable
Kuku had successfully brought over the majority of the Assembly to his line of thinking with a combination of articulate arguments and timely assassinations.
The clergyman sounded solemn. His words would certainly cut deep, spoken in a slow, grating baritone that punctuated every consonant and elaborated every vowel.
