I am ashamed to say that it’s been a long time since I read a book for fun. Yes, part of the reason for this is that I am a very busy college sophomore whose life is pretty full of doing things not for fun. I.e. homework. But, if I am going to be completely honest, it is also because I recently had an unwavering, maybe slightly unhealthy obsession with the TV show Game of Thrones. I have finished the series and have been released from its addictive grasp and now that I am on spring break with ample amounts of time and no Game of Thrones calling my name, books have come back into my life.
Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was amazing. I just finished it today and am already missing the two main characters. Americanah unapologetically forces its readers to look at the way “we” (we meaning non-black Americans) view race. I do not see myself as a racist person. I live in a liberal world, Ann Arbor being one of the most liberal towns in the states. I grew up with a black president. But I still found myself guilty of many of the accusations Chimamanda makes throughout her novel. Before reading Americanah, I may have described myself as “colorblind” without really understanding the full meaning of this word. Chimamanda talks about how silly is it to describe yourself as a challenged individual- someone suffering from a real disorder- when in reality you’re just trying to say that you live life oblivious of the race of the people surrounding you. It’s funny how often we say things without thinking about what we really mean.
I’m thinking that the next book that I start will either be Snow Falling on Cedars or The Goldfinch- any preferences/ideas?