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Adichie’s father taught her valuable life lessons— was respectful of her boundaries — left her many years of great memories—…He was a defender of spouse…was the first to champion his wife’s accomplishments. …His humor was exceptional…He listened beautifully ……His pride of Chimamanda mattered to her more than anyone else’s. …Chimamanda not only admired her father so very much, as a daddy‘s girl, but she actually ‘liked’ him —so much he was her favorite person to hang out with. … she liked his str...
I didn't plan on reading this today but what started with me planning to read a few pages just to get a feel of it, ended up with me reading it to the end and how timely because tomorrow would have been my late young sister's 28th birthday.I've learned that grief from the death of a loved one just never goes away, never really heals. Even if life returns to a semblance of normal, the grief is always there, just under the surface, ready to burst out at any slight trigger.There's so much that CNA
The book is exactly what the title says.As a constant reader of the author's work for the past few years, I would say this book does what the author does best. Non-fiction writing at its finest.What made the reading more engrossing and understandable are the short chapters, easygoing language, anecdotes and emotions that are described the way everyone can feel at the moment.The book made me tear up at many parts. However, I wasn't expecting much of some other events that occurred in this short r...
This slim hardback is an expanded version of an essay Adichie published in the New Yorker in the wake of her father’s death in June 2020. With her large family split across three continents and coronavirus lockdown precluding in-person get-togethers, they had a habit of frequent video calls. She had seen her father the day before on Zoom and knew he was feeling unwell and in need of rest, but the news of his death still came as a complete shock.Adichie anticipates all the unhelpful platitudes pe...
It feels strange to 'review' something so intensely personal, so I'll keep it brief. In Notes on Grief Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie both captures her intense grief about her father's death, and also writes a beautiful tribute to the man she has lost. It's a slim volume, my copy having 88 pages, but it contains so much and I expect it is one I will be glad to have in my book collection, knowing I can revisit it whenever I feel the need.
If I had written about my father when he passed away, if I ever decide to write in the future about his death, this is how I'd have written/ I'd write.ريفيو مصور للكتاب على قناتي. #دودة_كتبhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgjqL...
I thought this was going to be a book about grief in a general sense. I thought there would be some insights, some naval-gazing, some revelations, some enlightenment even. So, I was surprised, as I made my way from beginning to end, that it's simply 70 pages of the author telling us how much she revered her father and how despairing she is that he is no longer alive - she cries, she beats her fists, she falls to the floor - I could not relate. (At times it felt like "over-sharing".) Everyone is
it's a cruel world.
Rating downgraded after that mess of a petty, transphobic essay. Girl, get yourself together.
'how is it that the world keeps going, breathing in and out unchanged, while in my soul there is a permanent scattering?'a heartbreakingly personal depiction of a woman's journey through grief after suddenly losing her father. i'm a long-time admirer of adichie's non-fiction essays and the writing here is just as beautiful and honest, gliding seamlessly between intimate anecdotes and reflections on the nature of grief, mourning and love. highly recommend reading this, but only if you're prepared...
I’m sitting here in my hammock with tears streaming down my cheeks and I wasn’t even expecting this book to happen to me today, but it did at this perfect time.My sister died right before COVID happened and it was very unexpected. I read this book today and I felt seen and reading about so many of my feelings that are just too big for words was profound. Especially this piece:“Laughter is tightly braided into our family argot, and now we laugh remembering my father, but somewhere in the backgrou...
I truly enjoyed getting to know Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's father through her poignant memoir. It was made all the more personal by listening to the author read her own words with feeling. Favorite quotes that caused me to pause, lean in and listen to over again:"You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language. The failure of language and the grasping for language.""I did not know we cry with our muscles.""another revelation, how much laughter is part of grief...
One of the best books I have read this year - ranks up there with The Problem of Pain by C.S. Lewis and Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala. Pain is so overwhelming, so often we just want to hide from it, but it always finds us. We all have to confront pain; this book is one of the best ways to go about preparing for that inevitable confrontation - highest recommendation.
What did I think? I thought that this would be apposite to my present situation, which illustrates that grief is really not the ideal decision maker. Why should I find this helpful, it's not meant as therapy, nor will her path through darkness light mine.But this:...only now have I touched grief's core. Only now do I learn, while feeling for its porous edges, that there is no way through. I am in the center of this churning, and I have become a maker of boxes, and inside their unbending walls I