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A review by oliainchina
Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
4.0
Americanah is the last book I’ve read as part of my #MigrationMarch challenge.
It took me a while to finish it, all because of the coronavirus situation, which made me too anxious to be able to read properly. The fact that I could continue reading this novel and even get drawn into the story at the time when concentration was in low supply tells a lot of good about Americanah. I can easily nominate it as the best read of March.
The novel is about a Nigerian woman, who moves to the US and tells her story of race and the way it shapes the American society. In brief, it is a book about race and love. But it’s more complicated than that, of course. ☺️
I liked the main character the moment she wasn’t angry when a stranger asked to touch her Afro. Lol. I remembered the first time I saw a black person - it was in Paris, when I was on a tourist trip at the age of 18, and I tried very hard not to stare, because noticing color seemed like an impolite thing to do.
Americanah reads like an autobiography, is very frank, and the use of blog excerpts makes it sound even more so.
I loved the characters and the atmosphere, and, of course the way the author raised the topic race and racism that is still there. I just wish there were more beautiful and poetic pieces of writing in it.
It took me a while to finish it, all because of the coronavirus situation, which made me too anxious to be able to read properly. The fact that I could continue reading this novel and even get drawn into the story at the time when concentration was in low supply tells a lot of good about Americanah. I can easily nominate it as the best read of March.
The novel is about a Nigerian woman, who moves to the US and tells her story of race and the way it shapes the American society. In brief, it is a book about race and love. But it’s more complicated than that, of course. ☺️
I liked the main character the moment she wasn’t angry when a stranger asked to touch her Afro. Lol. I remembered the first time I saw a black person - it was in Paris, when I was on a tourist trip at the age of 18, and I tried very hard not to stare, because noticing color seemed like an impolite thing to do.
Americanah reads like an autobiography, is very frank, and the use of blog excerpts makes it sound even more so.
I loved the characters and the atmosphere, and, of course the way the author raised the topic race and racism that is still there. I just wish there were more beautiful and poetic pieces of writing in it.