“There is a fish in the mirror. The mirror is above the washbasin in the corner of your hostel room.”
The opening lines of a book I love for its fractured intensity. Reading it is like being plunged into a bruise, one that stains Zimbabweans everywhere.
The Horns – Book One of The Zambezi Trilogy by Jill Baker
This copy was given to me by a friend.
I finished The Horns on a Thursday, and that Friday, the day I set aside to review the book, Mugabe died.
The news hit me like a wave full of debris – no joy, no relief, no anger – it just thudded me on to a shore that was no longer there.
Thoroughly read copy of The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
I know of slavery, of its shame and horror, and neither makes it my preferred topic when it comes to books. But this was a gift … so I began.
It was worth it.