For a collection of short stories, Niq Mhlongo manages to give his characters depth in a few pages/sentences.

This book is one of those rare Bildungsroman novels that feels both intimate and devastating. I felt all the emotions despite the almost childlike and simple language Chbosky uses.

The Second Stone feels like a bridge between two plateaus, and an uneventful but necessary trip from the highs of book 2 and whatever new peaks the author plans to scale next.

The Kheld King continues in the character-driven vein of its predecessor, while bringing more drama and action to a solidly woven plot.

The final act in The Devils was a complete ten out of ten, from the betrayals to the reveals and secrets. I’m intrigued to see what comes next.

Adesuwa does exceptionally well and deserves credit for centering women over forty as worthy of love. Not consolation love. Not “settling” love. But real, expansive, desire-filled love.

These are the books that could hold that kind of attention again. Not because they’re flawless, but because they can survive stillness.

Sordaneon was a timely reminder of why few pleasures genuinely compare to reading, and why the fantasy genre remains my first literary love.

Itohan had travelled to Juk to retrieve Ebuka’s badly mangled body and returned it to his old parents in their village in Imo State.

Contemporary African literature distinguishes itself by reclaiming both the right to tell African stories and to define their terms.

A Meal Is a Meal is a journey into the surprising and the bizarre, as well as the tantalising and the delicious.