I can’t remember the first book I read but I remember how it felt…oh what a thrill it was! Thankfully, I have parents that invested in my childhood interests. They bought me many books, made available pen and paper and at the age of 12, bought me a manual typewriter to encourage my love of reading and writing.
Such a joy it is to savour the words on pages and to smell the scent of paper. How sexy the written word truly is. How awe-inspiring it is to read and become teleported into the minds of the authors and the varying, possible experiences – whether intended or prone to manipulation by the reader. All these feelings are at the surface within me, prone to boiling over, because I just finished the book ‘Freshwater’ by Akwaeke Emezi. It is different. It certainly riles up feelings in me of a traditional and spiritual kind that seeks to revolt against the narrative but ironically, its ability to do so makes it powerful and worth cracking open.
In continued support of Black writers and creators, see next slide for the book I am reading next. I trust it’ll be a good one.