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A review by porgyreads
Love in Colour: Mythical Tales from Around the World, Retold by Bolu Babalola
adventurous
emotional
funny
hopeful
lighthearted
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
Overall, love in colour is an explosion of definitions. It is love as support, sacrifice, commitment, strife, heartbreak, insight, duty, hope, reimagining and more.
In no particular order my favourite stories were:
Osun: It’s the first of the collection and a jab to the throat. Bolu says hello! This is writing! I hope didn’t think this was going to be a collection of slightly longer tweets.
“A reflection was just water rejecting an unwelcome intrusion,” I think of this line often.
Yaa: There’s just something about driving in a cab with your university sweetheart and abandoning your co-dependent fiancé to his devices.
Thisbe: Oh to be make ramen in your uni room and eaves drop on your neighbour. Oh to hit on her by way of her mum, only to hear them talking about you before you go to the gym. Oh to love a woman who has had to settle for silence out loud and watch her bloom.
Naleli: As a Vitiligo babe I was invested quickly. Came for the representation, stayed for the achievement of freedom. The removal of the crocodile skin shroud. Was this just a wish fulfilment read ? Maybe so.
Alagomeji: Artfully written. A fairytale exploration of her own parents love story. God as security. Time as love’s passage. Sensational.
Shout out to all the new age stories though fr. Witty dialogue, full bodied characters, familiar settings.
I savoured this. Reading it over two months interspersed between other things but it was a breath of fresh air to return to over and over.
My suggested reading experience is first thing in the morning with your breakfast. Preferably a mint tea in a large mug that fits snug in your palm. A little myth, a little music.
I will read anything Bolu Babalola writes from this point onward.
In no particular order my favourite stories were:
Osun: It’s the first of the collection and a jab to the throat. Bolu says hello! This is writing! I hope didn’t think this was going to be a collection of slightly longer tweets.
“A reflection was just water rejecting an unwelcome intrusion,” I think of this line often.
Yaa: There’s just something about driving in a cab with your university sweetheart and abandoning your co-dependent fiancé to his devices.
Thisbe: Oh to be make ramen in your uni room and eaves drop on your neighbour. Oh to hit on her by way of her mum, only to hear them talking about you before you go to the gym. Oh to love a woman who has had to settle for silence out loud and watch her bloom.
Naleli: As a Vitiligo babe I was invested quickly. Came for the representation, stayed for the achievement of freedom. The removal of the crocodile skin shroud. Was this just a wish fulfilment read ? Maybe so.
Alagomeji: Artfully written. A fairytale exploration of her own parents love story. God as security. Time as love’s passage. Sensational.
Shout out to all the new age stories though fr. Witty dialogue, full bodied characters, familiar settings.
I savoured this. Reading it over two months interspersed between other things but it was a breath of fresh air to return to over and over.
My suggested reading experience is first thing in the morning with your breakfast. Preferably a mint tea in a large mug that fits snug in your palm. A little myth, a little music.
I will read anything Bolu Babalola writes from this point onward.