I can’t remember when I fell in love with reading. But I do remember getting lost in the pages of books.
And it still happens- this “getting lost”. The world of the writer envelops me and I succumb to all the emotions and experiences of the characters. I just……get lost.
I love it.
Just today, I turned the last page of Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart. It was astounding. Beautiful. It was EVERYTHING!
At the University of South Carolina (back in the late 1990′s) I had an opportunity- through one of my many literature courses – to study the author. I don’t remember much about the experience…only that Things Fall Apart was a compelling manuscript and a remarkable read. It wasn’t until Achebe’s death in 2013 that the book was brought back to my remembrance.
Earlier this year when I began stalking Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie I realized that Things Fall Apart had to be added to my collection.
It is certainly an incredible story. When I got to the last page my mouth hung open at the realization that the book was over. This happens often with novels that I love. I get so lost in the words that I seldom realize I’m nearing the end. And when I do-I’m devastated.
This book, as previously mentioned, is an incredible story. Just as with Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s novels, Achebe gives me such a broader and more accurate view of Nigeria. I love it.Pin It