Guys! It has been almost 2 months since I got Ghana Must Go by Taiye Selasi and right now I'm at page 259 of 318. I've had to go back and reread some pages after just putting it down from being overcome with livelier and better sequenced day dreams. Friends of mine on social media who endured until the end (apparently after page 100 it picked up...) encouraged me to keep going and fight the good fight so I read on. A page at a time, backwards and forwards, confusing the characters, sucked in for 2 or 3 pages before the story jumped to someone else in a different place at a different time and then back forwards to the present not at the point we had gone back. Out of the books I had lined up, I thought to read this one right after Chimamanda's Americanah because both were somewhat critically acclaimed or at least were getting a lot of hype among young diaspora readers. Americanah sucked me in so deep into the characters and their lives I thought theirs were mine or had been mine and by the time I was done I did not want to stop. I wanted to keep reading my life through them. I shouldn't have read Americanah before any of those books because it set the bar so high and as far as the mood this African book put me in, I expected the same wit and flow of the others.
Some [twitter/real life] friends of mine in NY, Bulawayo, Lusaka and the UK somewhere I believe & I are supposed to start a Google+ book club discussing all the books we are reading and it seems a few of us either had or are having a hard time with this particular one :/
We shall see :)
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*@afropolitaine*
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