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Audiobook review: Yinka, Where Is Your Huzband?

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When I was flying home from Africa back in March, I read an article in the in-flight magazine (hey, when the flight is upwards of 17 hours, you'll eventually look at everything!) about books by Africa writers. I'm a little bemused that it seems like most of them are African writers who live in England and write in English, but it's a start. My library had this one, so I decided to take a look. Or a listen.  Title: Yinka, Where is Your Huzband? Author : Lizzie Damilola Blackburn Publication Info: Penguin Audio 2022, 11 1/4 hours. Original hardback, Pamela Dorman Books 2022, 384 pages Source: Library Publisher's Blurb: Meet Yinka: a thirty-something, Oxford-educated, British Nigerian woman with a well-paid job, good friends, and a mother whose constant refrain is “Yinka, where is your huzband ?”    Yinka’s Nigerian aunties frequently pray for her delivery from singledom, her work friends think she’s too traditional (she’s saving herself for marriage!), her girlfrie...

Happy 4th of July!

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Just for fun...a little excerpt from the 4th of July in Skunk Corners, as the author is very busy just now and is already late with this post :D  It's a little long, being a whole chapter from The Ninja Librarian , but it's good reading for this holiday! THE NINJA LIBRARIAN AND THE GLORIOUS FOURTH, PART II I have seldom enjoyed a meal as much as I did that Independence Day picnic.  I sat with Tommy and Peggy, and it would be hard to say which of us ate the most.  I’d never have believed kids their size could stow away that much food, though some of it may have ended up in pockets for later.   Across from us, the Ninja Librarian ate with a restraint I could scarcely imagine.  Either they teach an awful sort of self-denial wherever he learned to be what he is, or he’s a far better cook than I am. Or maybe not all those widows had given up.   I was distracted from the thought by the appearance of another dish of potato salad.  By the time we’d taken care ...