Set initially in 1996 Lagos, this title is told from four siblings’ perspectives; each one expressing their search for agency, love, and meaning in a hypocritical society. This is a tale of postcolonial feminism spanning two decades.
If like me, you have been chastising yourself for not reading as many books as you had liked to during your time off, don’t worry, it’s okay. It is not a sin to have a lovely time with your nearest and dearest. Your book pile will still be waiting for you tomorrow. On that note, the books that have been on my “in process” list this month.
Sometimes when I think about the number of books that I want to read, then consider the actual time that I have to read them, I get a bit overwhelmed by the sheer weight of it. Nevertheless, lucky for you lovely lot, my bookish brain and residual issues around productivity have managed to squeeze in a few books to report this week.
To save the collective (and address the realities of our society), we must stop prioritising the needs of the individual. This is something that comes through loud and clear in Becky Albertalli and Aisha Saeed’s newest collaboration.
Channeling book club romance and the 80s revival instigated by Stranger Things, this book will have you mulling over all of the “what ifs” and “should have dones” of your lives. Yet, somehow still leave you with an overwhelming feeling of acceptance.
If there were ever a time to take a minute (or five hundred) to truly appreciate the work that our delivery drivers do, well, a pandemic is most certainly it. In Anna Stuart’s Four Minutes to Save a Life, Charlie Sparrow, is the newest delivery driver to join the ranks of Turner’s Supermarkets.
If you were waiting patiently for a fully formed time machine, then you can look no further than right here – Kate Weston’s Diary of a Confused Feminist has got you covered.