Two books and a Movie

Hello beautiful people! How was your week? Mine was pretty good. I went to the hospital, wrote, ate and slept. Oh and I read too! I actually read two books this week (I know..overachiever) but I won’t be reviewing both of them simply because one of them wasn’t all that. It was a good book, but.. ugh fine. I’ll talk about it. Lord, this post is going to be long. I’ll do my best to not talk too much.

– The Making Of Mia – Ilana Fox

makingofmiaThis is the book I hadn’t planned to review. It’s a story about re-inventing yourself. The main character goes as far as weight loss, name changing and more to become a new person in order to exact revenge on her former boss who in reality is just an arrogant, philandering, chauvinistic member of the male species. He treated her in such an undignified manner and partially neccesiated her reinvention because he ruined her reputation in the magazine world. Because I’m not sure how much to say without spoiling the book, I’ll stop here.

The things that really stood out the most to me were;

-The power of determination: The protagonist is such a determined young woman with big dreams and although she starts out poor and timid, she doesn’t let anyone tell her what she can and cannot achieve and I really did admire her persevering spirit.

-The shallowness of the fashion industry: It’s all sharks and vultures out there. People devouring and others waiting to eat your carcasses. So much putting down and over emphasis on physical beauty. It’s really not a place to go if you do not have enough self confidence and fighting spirit.

-True Friends are the greatest: As it is in every chick lit novel, the main character makes superb friends throughout the book. I don’t think she ever hung with any backstabbers. Good friends who support you and your dreams are those you should hold on to.

In conclusion, if you like chick lit, you should try this book. It’s a good book. The only problem is I read it after’The Kite Runner’ and well, it just didn’t seem so amazing in comparison. But I also don’t think you should compare books because writers are different and have a unique flair. I’d give it a good three stars out of five.

Everything Good Will Come- Sefi Atta

everything_good_will_comeI am starting to fall in love with African literature and everyday I regret all the time I spent reading about things that didn’t resonate with me and who I am. I should have read more African literature. I’m still grateful though to American literature for teaching me about the world that I was not born into.

This book is a story of coming of age, love, life, friendship, disappointment, food and patriotism all against the backdrop of a post colonial Nigeria. It tells the story of Enitan who escapes to the jetty to avoid the constant arguments of her overly religious mother and nonchalant father. It tells the story of her friendship with Sheri, a half-caste spunky, brazen girl. There’s a lot of humor and I found it quite fascinating to read about Nigeria before the year two thousand. It confronts the issue of gender inequality and what a woman’s place should be. This story is about how far you can go to make your country better.

I really like the way Enitan, who tells the story in the form of a memoir, expresses herself. I love that she is not afraid to speak her mind, sometimes bordering on disrespect. I enjoyed being able to see life through the words of Sheri as she explains what it’s like to live in a polygamous home. It made me happy to read about the diversity of Nigeria and the fact that sometimes, childhood dreams, whether about our professions or future spouses are just that and that sometimes, life takes over. This book explores the issue of infidelity and how Nigerian women react to it. Did I mention there’s a lot of food talk? Down to rolling and swallowing of eba? Good God.

My problem with this book is that other than not completely agreeing with the way it ends, I feel like the author may have paid too much attention to historical facts in a few parts of the book as opposed to telling a more personal story. However, I loved reading it and hearing the Nigerian story. I’ll definitely be reading another Sefi Atta book soon!

Now.. some quotes;

Akanni must have thought he was Muhammad Ali. He was shadow boxing around Bisi. “What’s my name? What’s my name?” Bisi lunged forward and slapped his face. He reached for her collar and ripped her blouse. “My bress? My bress?”

Uncle Alex had always said our country was not meant to be one. The British had drawn a circle on the map of West Africa and called it a country.

Peace, the receptionist and secretary whose gymnastics with bubble gum broke new boundaries every day.

This was what it took to raise an African child, a village of beaters, and yet if someone put their hands around a child’s neck, and applied the slightest pressure, someone else would accuse them of wickedness, because strangulation had nothing to do with discipline.

People don’t fear the wind until it fells a tree. Then, they say it’s too much.

My Africa was a light one, not a dark one: there was so much sun. And Africa was an onslaught of sensations, as I once tried to explain to a group of English work mates, like eating an orange. What single sensation could you take from an orange? Stringy, mushy, tangy, bitter, sweet. The pulp, seeds, segments, skin. The sting in your eyes. The long lasting smell on your fingers. But people concentrated on certain aspects of our continent: poverty, or wars, or starvation; bush, tribes, or wildlife. They loved our animals more than they loved us. They took an interest in us only when we were clapping and singing, or half naked like the Maasai, who were always sophisticated enough to recognize a photo opportunity.

When I died, I would be called to give account of my time here on earth. What a pity if I said I cooked and cleaned. What a pity, even, if I couldn’t give account of a little sin.

Freedom was never intended to be sweet. It was a responsibility from the onset, for a people, a person, to fight for, and to hold on to.

I’d give this book four stars.

– Liberal Arts- A Movie


Well, I watched this movie last weekend. A friend recommended it. On the surface, it’s about a college professor and a nineteen year old sophomore who fall in love. However, upon deeper inspection, it becomes a tale about age; not wanting to get old, wanting to rush age. It made me think more than I thought it would and I think Elizabeth Olsen did an amazing job. I can’t say more, but its a good movie. I loved it.

Favorite quotes;

Nobody feels like an adult; it’s the world’s dirtiest secret.

Anyplace you don’t leave is a prison.

Both those quotes are so wise to me. In the movie, a man in his sixties says he still feels like he felt when he was nineteen. And that makes me sad and happy at the same time. Humans were not created to grow old. Even when our bodies start to betray us and our minds begin to fail us, we still feel in our heart like teenagers.

I learned two things;

-Enjoy the process. I was that kid who wanted to be 18 so bad and now I just want to stay 16 while simultaneously wanting to become 21. Crazy? I don’t think so. So, young people, enjoy high school and university and the freedom of youth.

– Age. Yes, let yourself age, gracefully even. Embrace your grey hair at 50 at most. It’s okay to have wrinkles, your family will still love you. Stop all the struggle hair dyeing. Enjoy being old, wise and experienced. If you embrace it, it won’t scare you so much.

I hope I didn’t bore you guys to tears and if you made it here, congratulations! Thank you guys for reading and liking and commenting and all that other mushy stuff. Till soon xx

P.S Zac Efron is in Liberal Arts too! And you can always check what book I’m reading in my goodreads widget. 🙂