Last August I was coming back by train from A Coruña when I met a dark skinned man in his early thirties. I spent the really short time of the journey (less than an hour) reading Purple Hibiscus by the African writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I was so much into my reading that I didn't pay much attention to the person next to me. It was only when my stop was announced that I closed my book and he then said, looking alternatively to my book and to me, that we were reading books by the same author, which was certainly a weird coincidence. So he showed me the book you have below adding that it had been recommended by his girlfriend. He had time to mention that he was enjoying it as much as he had his "Way to Santiago". I felt sorry I hadnd't stopped reading before and had a good chat with that man. But at least I thought I had a new book to read.
During the last week I heard this book mentioned in several radio programmes so I think today it is the day to post about it.
If you are curious about the writer here you can listen to her.
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