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4.0 AVERAGE
4.0 AVERAGE
dark
emotional
funny
informative
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
funny
sad
tense
fast-paced
dark
funny
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
When I say, “I wanna read short stories”, this is what I’m talking about. Pure energy!
I CANT SAY ENOUGH
I CANT SAY ENOUGH
funny
lighthearted
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
I really enjoyed reading this. I mean, I knew I’d enjoy it from the title but I also feared that the stories would be cliche. I liked that it wasn’t exactly what I imagined it to be. I also liked that it wasn’t solely from the perspectives of women. I also didn’t think it’d be so steamy but I’m not complaining.
Definitely recommend this one if you’re in need of a light and fun read. I also look forward to reading more of Damilola’s work.
Definitely recommend this one if you’re in need of a light and fun read. I also look forward to reading more of Damilola’s work.
dark
emotional
funny
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Absolutely outrageous, every story. I don’t personally know any Nigerians and the only thing I can think of in media that I remember are those tiktok series of texts from a guy’s Nigerian mother that are just like the most beautiful, poetic use of language to build unfathomable and biting insults, and the entire book was like that. She also masterfully got into the POV behind the mad men that are so hard to understand. Every story was a separate success. I was truly shocked by every story in a new way. I can’t wait to read anything else by her.
“Yes, Ebuka loved me, but there is love and then there is love. You see Ebuka's own reminded me of when my mother was alive and we were still living in our unpainted house in Warri. She used to buy these small, small ceramic things. Like ducks and cats and arrange them in one cupboard that had glass covering. The roofing sheets of our house used to shake and vibrate with any small breeze and when it rained nko? We used to sweep water out every morning from April to September. But those her ceramic toys were her pride and joy. She would polish them on Sunday mornings, humming and singing to herself in our parlour. To Ebuka, I was one of those toys. If 1 stayed with him, our cement house will be flooded with water, but he will be petting me, thinking that he is happy and content.”
“Also, I couldn't keep up with his youthful energy. I prefer gentle lovemaking. Andrew fucked like we were bitter enemies fighting to the death (and maybe that was partly why I refused to call him Dre). The first time, he even refused to use the bed. We did it against the wall, against the bedroom door, and on the cold tiles of my bedroom floor (I got a rug two days later). One time, he lifted my legs and crossed them mid-air. I stopped him immediately. "Andrew, only witches cross their legs like this. Free me."”
“We fought and made up. We were good friends and better lovers. You liked me so much I had no choice but to start liking myself, to start acting respectable, like someone who had something special waiting for them back home.”
“Yes, Ebuka loved me, but there is love and then there is love. You see Ebuka's own reminded me of when my mother was alive and we were still living in our unpainted house in Warri. She used to buy these small, small ceramic things. Like ducks and cats and arrange them in one cupboard that had glass covering. The roofing sheets of our house used to shake and vibrate with any small breeze and when it rained nko? We used to sweep water out every morning from April to September. But those her ceramic toys were her pride and joy. She would polish them on Sunday mornings, humming and singing to herself in our parlour. To Ebuka, I was one of those toys. If 1 stayed with him, our cement house will be flooded with water, but he will be petting me, thinking that he is happy and content.”
“Also, I couldn't keep up with his youthful energy. I prefer gentle lovemaking. Andrew fucked like we were bitter enemies fighting to the death (and maybe that was partly why I refused to call him Dre). The first time, he even refused to use the bed. We did it against the wall, against the bedroom door, and on the cold tiles of my bedroom floor (I got a rug two days later). One time, he lifted my legs and crossed them mid-air. I stopped him immediately. "Andrew, only witches cross their legs like this. Free me."”
“We fought and made up. We were good friends and better lovers. You liked me so much I had no choice but to start liking myself, to start acting respectable, like someone who had something special waiting for them back home.”
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
N/A
The basis and idea of the book was amazing but it was hard to really connect with the characters, the joy, pain and sometimes isolation they felt since it’s hard to really build those foundations in disconnected short stories. It was also hard to understand the reasonings behind certain choices therefore making it hard to feel fulfilled after the stories. But maybe that was the point…?
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
medium-paced
dark
funny