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submerged-tmnt · 7 years

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Copper Bright.

some Casey introspection + some April appreciation. (pre AU canon)

The moment Casey hears their teacher say, “O'Neil? O'Neil? Absent again, fantastic,” he knows why the seat next to him is empty.

He knew before then, too, but had been thinking it could’ve been just a late morning for April.

Of course it rarely was, but their teacher always seemed hopeful anyways

By the time lunch rolls around, Casey figures he’s had enough of school for the day. If he misses anything important, he could just bribe Irma for notes with some of those shrimp she likes so much from his dad’s restaurant.

“Skipping?” She asks mildly as they’re all let outside of the class. Sharp little eyes already knowing exactly where he’s off to.

“Got better places to be,” Casey replies equally as mild. He salutes he and keeps walking, headed for the staircase leading out of their school building. “Seeya, Langstein.”

“Lemme know if you two finally get it on together,” Irma calls after him, and Casey gives her a different sort of salute for that.

As he steps outside, into the busy center of the New York, he knows why April didn’t even bother shooting him a heads up she’d be gone. The wind is enough to carry his loose shaggy air off his shoulders, warm and enticing. The sun is bright in clear skies and he can tell it’s a good day for diving.

Casey snags a snack on the way, paying a visit to a rare fruit vendor to get a stupidly expensive collection of apples. Worth it, but it hurts his wallet anyways.

The dockway shifts under his weight as he goes, leaving the bigger and more stable walkways behind as he heads outwards from the city. He ditches his sandals completely as he hits the houseboat district; walking on warm wood and metal that’s smooth from ocean waves.

He keeps walking, crunching on a green apple, and passes the homes by until they start to really get sparse. Then he keeps going, towards one of the least used docks. April’s favourite spot.

It’s still empty when he gets there, so Casey sits down with his netbag of fruit, and starts his lazy waiting for his best friend to get back.

He’s not mad April ran off without him. She’s always done this, and it’s just something he’s come to accept about her. When the sea calls- off goes O'Neil, faster than any fish or gull.

The heat is hardly kept off by the lapping ocean waves around his dangling legs, and Casey drops his shirt beside his shoes behind him. Shirts are overrated anyways.

Around two hours later, a familiar sail comes into view, and Casey grins.

April leans with the skimmer, shirt gone and tan, freckled skin on display. Her short hair sticks up every direction, and the sun makes it shine copper bright.

She catches sight of him, and the brilliant smile Casey is given makes his stomach pleasantly warm.

April guides the skimmer boat in, slowing it down and adjusting the sails with a lifetime’s expertise. Her shoulders and arms work to do so, and Casey follows the way her muscles tense as she commands her boat.

As she arrives at the dock, sun kissed and still dripping with salty droplets, Casey stares at his best friend and wonders if he could count every freckle on her body, if he was ever allowed that close.

“Nice tits,” He says, instead of saying you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.

April laughs, carefree and bright. “Nice tits yourself! Here, catch.”

She tosses her latest bag of treasures, dripping wet in a net, and hops lightly onto the dock. With quick efficiency, she starts roping the boat to the jutting poles.

Casey does not look at how nice her legs look while doing that, and examines the haul. He pulls out one thing with interest. “The hell is this thing? A weird skewer?”

“A pen, actually! An old fancy ink pen. Like, for calligraphy?”

“What?”

“Swirly writing, Jones.”

Casey wrinkles his nose. Right. “Why d'you need a pen for that? I thought you used paintbrushes.”

April stands up, pulling her shirt out of her diving belt and starting to unfortunately pull it over herself. Goodbye lovely O'Neil shoulders and abs. “On boats, yeah, but these were for paper and junk. Really popular back in the day, at some point.”

Casey looks at the weird pen in his hands, and thinks that sounds a little overly wasteful for their current world. Scribbling on carefully rationed paper with fancy ink and fancy ink pens- that’d all get wrecked in less than a drizzle. “Sounds stupid, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t, thank you, so fuck off,” April’s head reappears out of her t-shirt, making her short hair even messier. Cute. “I just thought they were neat and that maybe we could sell them to a trader ship. Land folks have plenty of paper far as I know, so I’m sure they’d like a fancy pen or two.”

Casey examines the thing for another moment, and then shrugs. “Sounds wasteful, but alright. They’re all weird anyways.”

April takes her treasures back from him, huffing fondly. “I’m sure they think the same about us. And some of those better be for me, mister.”

“Why should they be?” Casey asks, standing up and holding his apples near. “You abandoned me to schoolwork and went fancy pen hunting without me.”

“Give them here, jerk. I cut you in on my notes last class.”

“Nope.”

“Casey!” April laughs, and grabs for the bag.

Casey holds them above his head, and laughs in his short friend’s face as she hops for it. Eventually, because he is admittedly a little lenient with April, he lets her get it. Also because she’s awful and kicks like an evil little bitch.

Casey doesn’t think too hard about how close they’d been through that whole game of keep away, or how flushed and kissable April’s cheeks are after a day’s diving trip. Instead, he kicks her back, like their dynamic has gone since they were knee high, eats another apple, and gets into a rousing conversation of how lucky and weird inlanders are.

April suggests he comes with her to the latest of her discovered dive spots, and Casey agreed to the adventure like he always does.

(Things don’t go as they always do when they dive that time, he nearly lets slip some things he’d rather not quite yet, and their lives stop going “like always” from there on out. Mostly thanks to four very green and very inhuman teens with a tendency to attract more absurd events than any of them can keep track of.)

#submerged tmnt #Submerged Drabbles #Mod Spectrum #Casey Jones #April O'Neil #tmnt #TMNT 2012 #childhood friends dynamic is an excellent dynamic #bonus points for gentle pining #also: shirts are like #not really a huge priority in this society?#they get wet and in the way #same for bras with young women or frequent divers #not comfy and just a hindrance too often

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ionica01 · 7 years

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Day 6: EARLY MORNINGS

Hello! We have finally reached my favourite prompt of the week! Hopefully, you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! But without further ado, here we go:

Alphonse had sworn to himself never to play at God again, but when he was all alone in a fast-asleep world, all he could do was inhale deeply and feel like he could seize the day.

Sometimes, Al woke up when the skies split in two, the dark of the night fighting with the blinding white of the day, causing crimson red to color the sky in between, as a testimony of their neverending war. Other times, he woke up when the fight was put on hold and the two were dancing in a waltz of peace, the red mingling with shades of shy rose and soft beige, with confident purple and light blue, with calming yellow and jolly orange.

Al loved watching the colors of the sky slowly melt into blue and the colors drop slowly onto the still-sleeping world, coloring the otherwise dull life on earth. If there was one thing Al believed in, it was that there were as many colors as human emotions and that each person was a mixture of those different and beautiful colors.

If there was such a thing as the perfect place to see the city drown in the dim light of daybreak, that was bound to be Resembool. The town’s people started their day quietly, slowly, waking up from their dreams to make them reality. Alphonse relished following these slow starts, feeling as if he was protectively watching over the town’s folk. He could stand in front of the window minutes on end, watching unknown people stroll rushedly down the dusky roads, heading only they knew where. Al found pleasure in trying to imagine their lives and what they did up so early: maybe they provided for their families, or maybe they made sacrifices for their work.

But none of these were new for Alphonse. He had been able to do such things during his years in a suit of armour as well, even staying up all night and contemplating human life or simply watching strangers and establishing a new, strange connection with them through sheer eye contact. Not that they knew they were watching a human in an armour, but that didn’t diminish his will to protect them and every other breathing soul.

The new things were related to the ability to sip a cup of hot mint tea while starting his day and to feel the waves of steam tickle his face. The thrilling experience was to be able to smell the flowers of the garden and the fresh eastern breeze. To feel the texture of the wooden window sill under his fingers. And, since he was home, to recognize the tinge of cinnemmon in Winry’s apple pie.

But what Al loved above all else was to be awake when he heard his brother and what he supposed to be his future sister-in-law wake up. They had a weirdly accurate timing and almost always woke up roughly at the same time. As soon as they were up and about, the house echoed with bickering sounds:

“How long are you going to spend in the shower gearhead?”

“Ed, what did you do to my towel yet again?”

The high-pitched sounds were music to Al’s ears, who slowly got up and approached the kitchen quietly, trying not to make his presence felt much.

“Why did you put milk in my coffee?” Edward yelled. Al could swear he heard the smile in Winry’s voice as she answered:

“You’ll be small and stunt forever if you don’t drink it! Besides, the coffee you make is way too bitter!” she argued, but her voice broke into a chuckle at the end. Edward also lost from his ire when he answered in an even tone:

“I’m already taller than you. And my coffee rocks!”

Alphonse smiled fondly and stopped for a moment before the kitchen door, his eyes caught by the ink reflecting a blueish life in the stray morning rays, forming an irregular pattern on the letter underneath. The words “Dear Mei” were written caligraphically on the otherwise empty page, and for a moment, Al stalled in front of the door, his mind weighing the possible subjects he could approach in his next letter.

“Why do you hate milk so much, anyway?” Winry asked for the umpteenth time and Al heard her pulling her chair to sit at the table.

“Morning!” he announced himself, opening the kitchen door and letting it swing behind him.

He would tell Mei about the miracle of being alive and the beauty of the Resembool scenery at the break of day after the had a slice of Winry’s pie.

Mei enjoyed getting out of her comfortable bed and fluffy pillows early only to see the birds as they gave their first performance of the day. Watching them come out of their nests, feed their babies and make people happy at the same time was something she looked forward to each morning. She had done that ever since she was a kid, because it gave her something to look forward to in the political mess that Xing was. The birds, in all their glory, were the highlight of her day and proof that liberty did exist.

She always wondered what they sang for: to praise the nature for the joy of life? To communicate? Or maybe it was simply to please the ears. If it was the latter, she had yet a lot to learn from them.

Seeing them soar through the skies above the Imperial Court was also a sight to behold. Each bird had its own unique trajectory, yet they all came together to form a whole. She guessed they were the same as the people beneath them, starting their days by carrying boxes around, the guards doing their training and the cooks starting their work in the kitchen, each of them part of a bigger whole.

Mei found it reassuring that she was never the first one up, too. She felt like another small component of the machine the world was, a gear that helped the others tick but couldn’t work without the further chunks.

Another aspect of the mornings she liked was going onto her balcony and humming a song, which sometimes attracted a lonely bird to come closer to her, despite the obvious fear. It helped her connect with the nature, as she felt her qi flow into every living fibre of the planet.

She also enjoyed starting her day with Xiao-Mei next to her, as they let themselves be tuned to the world around, closing their eyes and simply basking in the mild rays of the morning sun, which toyed with her black, unbraided locks and bare feet.

Mei also loved feeling the eastern breeze dance through her dark hair and part the bangs from her forehead, opening her eyes to the Xingese landscape, the most beautiful she had seen in her whole life. Be Xing as messy as it may from a political point of view, it sure offered breathtaking views:

Behind the stunning Xingese Imperial Court laid the capital town, with its Bazarrs and small cottages. The painted rooftops and golden shrines, a melange of white, red and yellow shone pleasantly in the morning sun. It wasn’t so bright it blinded one, but it was dazzling enough to assure one a beautiful day was waiting for them. The sun also sat in line for an audience at the Court behind the town, as if guarding the people there, making sure they were out of danger’s way.

Mei squinted her eyes when said sun rose high enough on the sky to send flashes of light in her direction. Despite the light invasion, Mei didn’t feel blinded, but carased by the gleam. A roaming ray of sun landed on Mei’s writing table, drawing her attention back to what she was working on late through the night.

Tens of written messages were crumpled on the floor, obviously failed attempts to find the right words to express her thoughts. The only words written on this new attempt were “Dear Alphonse-sama,” taunting Mei to finish the letter.

She strolled to her desk confidently and picked up the pen, not bothering to brush her bang first. She’d also talk about the beauty of early mornings in Xing.

Alphonse had to admit it: Xing was indeed breathtaking, all the more so when admired in the early hours of the day. The place emanated a certain charm, drawing one in with its light colors and warm breeze. If the Resembool sky displayed a fight, the Xingese one was already at peace, as if the colors didn’t need to drop from the sy to the people, but the humans themselves were one with the sky and sent their colors to paint it.

Another thing Al couldn’t help but notice was the proximity to the sun here, as if he was even closer to divinity. He wondered how come all Xingese could wake up to such a sky and not think themselves to be God. With the heavenly breeze ruffling his hair and cooling him down, bringing the smell of the mint Mei loved planting herself to tickle his nostrils. Given the circumstances, Alphonse could only suppose his hypothesis was close to reality.

Here, he also got to enjoy the quiet mornings and take in the miracle of being alive like nowhere else. If he thought watching people in Resembool was satisfying, it was because he hadn’t been on one of the balconies of the Xingese Imperial Castle before. From here, he could see every person mingingling in the blend of colors, and he could swear he saw fates intertwine in the web of active people.

What he missed here in Xing were only his childhood friends, who were back in Amestris, probably planning their wedding. But that loss was soon compensated by the arrival of Mei’s figure, still dressed in her long nightgown, her face fresh and her unbraid hair adorning her face as she also got out on her balcony to start her day.

It usually took her a while to notice Al there, but when she did, she bat her long eyelashes repeatedly and gazing him a smile more dazzling than the sun, making Al’s cheeks borrow the color of the pink sky home. The dark, black, almond shaped eyes were Al’s favourite landscape out of all this new country had to offer: they displayed multiple stories at once, and yet were mysterious at the same time, dazing Alphonse to the point where he’d lose himself in them. He only noticed that when she stopped talking and smiled knowingly.

It was when he noticed how her untied hair framed her pale face, bringing her features into evidence; the line of her round face; her arched eyebrows and, most of all, her thin lips, that Al realised there was no way he could be God, for he was not able to create such a beautiful being.

Mei inhaled the cool breeze from Resembool and let her lungs be filled with the fresh scent of it. She was resting her elbows on the window sill, the one on which Alphonse must have spent countless mornings leaning on that very same place. The thought caused a small blush to creep on Mei’s cheeks, and she bat her eyelashes quickly to brush off the thought.

The birds were singing as sweetly as home, urging Mei to try calling out to them again with her humming voice.

The woman raised her head to admire the landscape from the window: she truly understood why Alphonse loved his hometown so much. It had a much more relaxed atmosphere than Xing, like the people enjoyed their life and had less worries, at least less than those in the Imperial Court. She felt like she was among the peasant that enjoyed their life, like she was finally not a princess but Mei. Just Mei, the person, the one people liked for her personality and her way of being, not the Princess people had to look up to.

What she liked the most was that Alphonse’s whole family saw her like that. If it was Edward, he always picked up on her for being short of stature and he always made fun of the small panda she was attached to. Mei always found snarky comebacks to answer him, which started a little war. Yet it wasn’t mean, and they ended up laughing together: she never said it out loud, but she enjoyed it greatly.

Winry treated her like a sister and loved her for who she was. She also had a talent to make her feel comfortable and Mei always found herself opening up to her without realising. Actually, Winry told her Mei was like the sister she never had, and Mei secretly thought the same thing.

Even Winry’s grandmother became her own, making Mei comfortable with calling her ‘granny’. She always shielded Mei from Ed’s menacing remarks (or so she claimed before engaging in the “war” as well).

And then there was Alphonse himself, who wa so natural around her that it astonished her. If she had thought he was comfortable around her in the castle, he was even more relaxed at home, all the while being polite and very careful with her needs. If she seemed tired, he massaged her back, pressing all the right pressure points. If he ever felt Edward overstepped his boundaries, he interjected in the discussion and stopped his brother’s rant; otherwise, he simply listened and laughed. Sometimes, he gave Mei tips about what drove Ed crazy, but Mei always refused: she wanted to find his soft spot herself.

And if he felt her voice was more ragged than usual, he placed a mug of hot tea in front of her and smiled softly, like he had done this morning.

Al stepped next to her, placing his own cup next to hers carefully and taking the free place in the frame of the window. None of them spoke, the only gesture they sometimes made being sipping the tea, which slowly turned colder.

When the steam stopped flowing out through the window, the liquid low in their cups and the sky already blue for the most part, Mei finally broke the silence with a mutter:

“I really like it here.” She stated, watching the old tree in their garden wistfully. Al nodded, hiding a smile Mei felt in his voice behind the cup:

“I’m glad!”

“Edward, where’s my brush?” Winry yelled from the bathroom. Seconds later, Mei and Al saw a guilty, unbraided blond young man running away with a brush in his hand out in the garden

The sun shone through the creamy curtains, borrowing their warm color. The beam of light reached for the covers of the bed, dancing on the margin in an uncanny way, guided by the breeze shifting the curtains. The birds were dedicating the lullaby to the nature, their mates and, perhaps, the sleepy couple inside.

Mei rolled on her side, knowing she should probably get up and start her day around now. She needed to grab a bite and change into her work clothes before leaving the house.

Al also knew he should get up to shave and get dressed and then walk through the fast asleep city for about twenty minutes to reach his office.

And yet, neither of them moved. Instead, they stared at the ceiling, view blurred by sleepiness and stray strands of hair. They didn’t even talk: words only disturbed the quiet wee hours of the morning. Instead, Mei snuggled closer to Alphonse in search for warmth in the cold eastern breeze.

“Alphonse.” she eventually broke through the silence with her soft, groggy voice. He turned to face her, letting one of his hands roam through her silky dark hair, shorter now than it was before they got married.

She simply stared at him for a moment before stretching and yawning. She wasn’t entirely sure what she had to tell him: she simply liked how his name rolled off her tongue. Alphonse felt the way she said his name was one of the many things only she was capable of, sending shivers down his spine and sending his heart beating much faster than healthy.

He pulled her closer and planted a chaste kiss on the crown of her hair before she tangled her hands around his neck, cupping his face as she pressed her lips against his. He didn’t hold back and let himself enjoy the taste of her soft lips against his, the feeling as thrilling as fighting against the homunculi, yet so, so much more pleasant. It was slow yet passionate, innocent yet sexy. It was Xingese yet Amestrian. It was theirs.

“We should get up.” she muttered when they broke apart, but didn’t push him away when he hugged her and inhaled the perfume of her shampoo.

“Just a bit longer.” he asked, and she muttered in agreement, not denying him such a simple pleasure.

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quizmeghan · 4 years

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What was your favourite sweet as a child? i used to love those little crayons you’d get from the van, rhubarb and custard’s. Do you like to wear socks to bed? my feet have bad circulation so when they get freezing i need to wear fluffy bedsocks but if i can help it i try not to wear them. it’s an absolute no on normal socks though. Do you own a lunch box? nope. How many coats do you own? one good coat, a raincoat, a couple leather jackets and a denim one, so to me that’s one coat and the rest are jackets lol. Can you survive without Lucas Papaw Ointment? idek what that is.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? 1-2. If there was a fire, what would you take with you? i don’t think i’d be calm enough to think of something to grab, i’d probably leave without shoes on my feet lol. i guess i’d try to find my cat. Do you keep spare change? yeh i save it up. When was the last party you went to? the last night out i went to was my birthday in February (fuck lockdown). Describe your favourite shoes? dark grey adidas gazelles. Do you cook? yeh i love it. What does ‘unique’ mean to you? original, different.

Are you cold at this very moment? i’m okay. When was the last time you required a band-aid? i burned myself last week so i had to slather flamozine on and plaster it over for a while before letting it breathe. Do you know anyone in jail? no. Have you ever dressed up? yes lol. What color pen do you prefer, blue or black? i used to religiously write in black ink but now i quite like blue. i’ll write in either. Are your eyes the same size? i’d say so. Are you afraid of snakes? not to the point where i couldn’t look at them, but i reckon if i saw one in the wild i’d go running. Do you like scented candles? they’re ok i guess, i’m not too fussed about candles. i do like the brand (can’t remember what they’re called) that when they’re lit they crackle like a log fire. those ones are nice. How many people have the same middle name as you? no one that i know of. Does your house have a white picket fence? nope. What’s your thoughts on poverty? it’s tragic tbh, in one of my modules in college last year someone done a presentation on how poverty impacts children and young people’s learning and education opportunities as well as their development and we ended up having like a 45 minute discussion after it. it was fascinating and very eye-opening. Do you watch the evening news? mostly; my parents have it on every evening and we usually eat dinner around 6ish. i try and not pay too much attention recently though because if i hear folk moaning about coronavirus and how lockdown is ruining their rights to get a haircut, i’ll scream. What’s your favourite berry? strawberry. Are you in a hurry? I've not been in a hurry since march. If you believe in reincarnation, what animal would you want to become? i don’t think i do believe in it, but i’d still like to be a giraffe because i’d be tall. Do you like to watch people? i LOVE to people watch. What is your favourite board game? i know it’s not really a board game, but i love twister haha. i quite like trivial pursuit (i have a harry potter version), and cluedo (i also had a harry potter version of that when i was younger, as well as the regular version). Do you prefer to have a shower in the morning or at night? at night. Can you relate emotionally to some songs? yes. Describe your favorite object. i don’t have a favourite object. Who do you tell everything to? my mum. What is a zephyr? according to google it is either a ‘soft gentle breeze’ or ‘a fine cotton gingham’, and those couldn’t be more different. i’m glad it wasn’t something horrific that would haunt my google searches lol. What are you doing on the 30th of September? hopefully actually attending uni. on campus. that’s the dream. Where is your mobile phone currently located? on my left. What time is your alarm set for? 10.15am because otherwise i’d sleep all day. Is there something else you should be doing? literally nothing. You see someone being mugged in the street, what do you do? probably shout for help?

Have you ever needed to call the police? yes, but the non-emergency number. Are you emotional? yes but about ridiculous things. What was the last thing you broke? no idea. Can you see any lamp posts from where you are now? yep. What was the last thing you said aloud? ’I've got pringles, you could have some of them and then i’ll just eat all of them instead of the buttons’ hahaha me and my mum discussing snacks to eat. Did you have candles on your birthday cake? yes. Exactly, how old are you? 27 (update on the snacks: my mum brought pringles lol). Have you ever been bitten by anything? yes lol. How many pillows are there on your bed? four pillows, four cushions. What DVD is currently in your DVD player? none. Do you have curtains or blinds on your windows? just curtains. Do you have a habit of talking fast? i wouldn’t think so generally, although others have told me i am a quick talker (apparently that’s a typical Glasgow thing though). i definitely speak faster when i’m nervous though. What are you best at? procrastination. Do you appreciate what you have? always. What do you prefer, zippers or buttons? depends what it’s on. Do you wear hats? no. If you saw a herd of sheep walking down your street, what would you do? wonder how they got here! What was the last song you sang along to? ngl, i watched zombies on Disney plus earlier (yes i’m 27 and watching dcoms sue me) and i sang along to all of the songs, but ‘my year’ was the last one i heard in the credits and I've had it stuck in my head ever since. Is it dark outside? nope!

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21 Great books that can make you feel well-read even if they are the only ones you read

Everyone wants to feel intelligent. Sometimes, we even start to feel pretty smart. But then it happens, that feeling of blandness when you find yourself amidst a bookish discuss by chance, and you’re just smiling and nodding, beaming plastic smiles until the facade cracks. Awkward feeling….

The truth is that even the nerdiest book nerds haven’t read everything in the literary canon. If you’re feeling particularly inferior to your bookish friends though, reading the titles on this list will help. Although they are not, by any means, the most influential works in the world’s literature canon— the 21 books included here are some of the works where creativity openly makes love to art, and I have arguably wagged the most tongues both recently and since ages. Read them, and you probably won’t miss a bookish reference for a long, long time….

While everyone should attempt to be a Shakespearean at one point in life, this list below mainly covers Fiction, Non-Fiction, Autobiographies, Biographies and/or Memoirs

Disclaimer: Oh dear Book-Nerd reading this, we may not agree on all below, but we surely gonna be on the same page on some….*tongue out*

In no particular order. ….here they are…..

‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ by Khaled Hosseini

A Thousand Splendid Suns is the followup to Khaled Hosseini’s hit debut novel, The Kite Runner. Like Hosseini’s first book, A Thousand Splendid Suns takes place in Afghanistan and deals heavily with the impact of regime changes on the country’s people. Unlike its predecessor, the novel centers on the experiences of Afghan women, who must bond together in order to survive the harshness of poverty, domestic violence, and disenfranchisement.

‘A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius’ by Dave Eggers

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius is like an after-school special come true. This memoir chronicles the author’s experiences after taking on the responsibility of raising his younger brother after his parents’ deaths. Readers join Eggers in grappling with the magnitude of responsibility thrust upon him, and all the anxieties that come with it.

‘Americanah’ by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Since its publication in 2013, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s award-winning novel, Americanah, has become one of the most talked-about books of the millennium. It’s been featured on choice pick lists from NPR, Goodreads, and The New York Times. If you want to know what the best contemporary fiction looks like, read this book. Ko ju be e lo.(Supplementary: ‘Purple Hibiscus’ and ‘Half of a Yellow Sun’ are two other books from the same author that definitely thrill)

‘A Tale of Two Cities’ by Charles Dickens

When I eventually read this “highly famous” book, I was like ‘really, that’s it?”. But, honestly though, I’m really glad to have read it. Getting through Charles Dickens’ writing style can be a struggle if you don’t truly enjoy it, but the pound of flesh to get in reading it is the plot. A Tale of Two Cities is a gripping tale of political complications and revolution, and trust me, you won’t regret reading it.

‘1984’ by George Orwell

Amazing dystopian book set in a utopian age. Speaking of haunting, allow me to present the book that can turn you into a fetal curl of paranoia. Of all the books on this list, 1984 is probably the easiest to read and the most widely referenced. Ever hear of Big Brother, the Thought Police, or Thought crime? …all from this novel. Read it, and just try to remain calm. *winks*

(Supplementary: ‘Animal Farm’ is the other popular work by this author, that has also proven to be a must-read)

‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ by Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood pushes the boundary between genre fiction and big-L Literature off the edge of a cliff, where it catches fire and crumbles to ash. When I first read The Handmaid’s Tale, I was a pimply teenager obsessed with dystopian fiction. Reading it again in university, I realized I’d missed so much of Atwood’s skill in my focus on her novel’s science fiction aspects. This is one of the greatest works of feminist fiction ever written, so add it to your TBR today.

“Long walk to freedom’ by Nelson Mandela

If you are not a prolific reader, the size and weight of this volume (aside from e-readers, LOL) may look daunting. After reading the first two or three chapters, you will be tempted to give up. DON’T!!! It’s just about to get really good.

This autobiography chronicles Mandela’s life, first as the son of a tribal chief, then as an educated Black man under apartheid (a dangerous thing to be), then the journey, both outward and inward, from attorney to the leader of a revolution. You will read about his time on Riecher’s Island, the notorious prison, and the various experiences he had in the courtroom and in captivity. He tells of the cunning ways those who were jailed for political reasons created to communicate and to an extent, continue to lead from inside prison. And he breaks up the horror with an occasional vignette of a surprisingly kindly jailor or other authority figure who does small, decent things when no one is looking.

If you are interested in the history of South Africa and the defeat of Apartheid, this is a must-read.

A favourite quote from the book read thus:

“As I finally walked through those gates to enter a car on the other side, I felt- even at the age of seventy-one- that my life was beginning anew. My ten thousand days of imprisonment were over.”

(Supplementary: ‘Conversations With Myself’ is another sound work by the author worth a read)

“Things Fall Apart’ by Chinua Achebe

This is probably the one for which its mention brings the cringe when it’s content hasn’t honed a space in your mental library, especially as a Nigerian.

The 1958 novel follows the life of one-named Okonkwo, an Igbo (“Ibo” in the novel) leader and local wrestling champion in the fictional Nigerian village of Umuofia. The work is split into three parts, the first describing his family and personal history, the customs and society of the Igbo, and the second and third sections introduce the influence of British colonialism and Christian missionaries on the Igbo community.

‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ by Gabriel García Márquez

Meek Marquez is one of the few writers I know, who asides from creativity, also pen with grace. At its heart, One Hundred Years of Solitude is a cultural history of Colombia, as told through the experiences of seven generations of the Buendía family. Layered with rich symbolism, metaphor, and prose, Márquez’s novel is a heavy but enjoyable and romantic read.

‘Infinite Jest’ by David Foster Wallace

Witty Wallace nailed this, though wierdly. So, this book is long. If you aren’t a big reader to begin with, starting with something lighter might help. Infinite Jest weighs in at nearly 1100 pages in hardcover. Author David Foster Wallace, who committed suicide in 2008, is a rock star darling, the Kurt Cobain of English Lit. And this tome is an ode to his genius. Make a point to read it; you won’t be disappointed.

‘The Great Gatsby’ by F. Scott Fitzgerald

In the last few years, The Great Gatsby — always a popular choice for high school English classes — has experienced a renaissance of its own. It was part of the National Endowment for the Arts’ Big Read, and let’s not forget the 2013 film starring Leonardo DiCaprio. If you’re sick of hearing about this book but have never read it, now’s the time. It’s a short and bittersweet read that captures upper-crust life in the Roaring Twenties. Everyone’s read it, so joining in on the fun is sure to give you something to talk about.

“The Chronicles of Narnia’ by C.S Lewis

This one is an ensemble of literary depth, and I’m sure most of us have seen a ‘slice’ of the writer’s imagination in the movie adaption. It is a series of seven high-fantasy novels, which though have been widely considered a classic of children’s literature, have been throughly referenced in many other ways, especially within human sociology, political and spiritual/religious circles. It is Lewis’ best-known work, having sold over 100 million copies in 47 languages. The entire 7-part ensemble were written between 1949 and 1954.

(Supplementary: ‘The Games of Thrones’ by R.R Martin can fit where Narnia does too. Read both if chance ‘happeneth’)

“The Man died’ by Wole Soyinka

This is a book that surprisingly flashed light in the “wonderful prospects” of solitary confinement. Living with the knowledge that he could be summarily executed at any moment while imprisoned in one of those dark days in early Nigeria, Wole Soyinka sought to preserve his sanity by writing his thoughts down on toilet paper with homemade pens and ink. This book is a result of all that Soyinka soliloquy.

(Supplementary: Other notable works by this Nobel prize winner include, ‘AKE’, ‘You Must Set Forth At Dawn’, Trials of Brother Jero’, ‘King Baabu’ and ‘Opera Wonyosi’, and others, all of which will definitely make a good read)

‘White Teeth’ by Zadie Smith

Similar to Americanah, Zadie Smith’s White Teeth tells the story of immigrant life in the United Kingdom. The novel deals with themes of assimilation and ethnic diversity, as individuals from Bangladesh and Jamaica, and their children, navigate an overwhelmingly white society. Lost religions, customs, and identities feature prominently, as does the discovery of new ones.

‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Book nerds will generally be quick to correct anyone who uses “Frankenstein” to refer to “Frankenstein’s monster.” LOL… Most people know the story of a scientist who sews together corpses and tries to play God, but only folks who read and remember the novel understand that it’s really all about the human condition. What constitutes life, death, right, and wrong? Who is worthy of love? Frankenstein gives readers a vehicle to explore these and more questions.

‘Beloved’ by Toni Morrison

Toni Morrison’s Beloved is a Pulitzer Prize winner, and its popularity hasn’t dropped off since its publication in 1987. This is the tragic story of a former slave haunted — quite literally — by the ghost of the young daughter she killed years before. Beloved is more than just a spirit, but you’ll have to read the book to find out exactly who — or what — she is.

The Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr. by Martin Luther King Jr. and Clayborne Carson (Editor)

A first-person account of the extraordinary life of America’s greatest civil rights leader. It begins with his boyhood as the son of a preacher, his education as a minister, his ascendancy as a leader of civil rights, & his complex relationships with leading political & social figures of the day. It’s sad how so many of Dr. King’s insights into society years ago still seem to flick the right cords across governments today.

(Supplementary: ‘AWO’ – The Autobiography of Obafemi Awolowo…..I read this book out of deep love for The great Awo and his wit. You won’t find sense lacking in every line)

‘The Joy Luck Club’ by Amy Tan

Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club attained both mainstream and literary success after its 1989 release. The novel follows a group of Chinese immigrants and their American-born children as they navigate interpersonal relationships and the conflict of assimilation and identity. Because of its widespread readership, you’ll hear it referred to a great deal, so it would be a good idea to pop this one into your library.

‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler’ by Italo Calvino

Allow me the hipsterism, but If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler is just so meta. You’re reading about the experience of reading, and half the book is told in the second person. You (as the book’s protagonist) begin reading If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler (the eponymous book-within-the-book) only to uncover a vast network of conspiracy and intrigue. If you find yourself asking “What’s going on here?” you aren’t alone. Almost 45 years after Italo Calvino’s book was published, it’s still pretty damn experimental. Even if you don’t totally get the novel, you’ll still have plenty to talk about with your friends, who probably don’t really get it, either.

“Blood River’ by Tim Butcher

This book is more like a thrilling travelogue. For lovers of Africa, travel writing or sheer adventurism. Tim takes the reader on a vividly narrated journey into the heart of the Congo, and he expertly intertwines that great undertaking with his own adventures, Tim takes on challenges, extreme adversity and genuinely uplifting experiences. Fast paced but with great attention to detail, this actually is a terrific read.

‘We are all completely beside ourselves’ by Karen Joy Fowler

This book is funny. The Guardian wrote, ‘A provocative take on family love, where a psychologist father’s animal-human behaviour experiment on his children has heartbreaking and hilarious repercussions’.

Although on a flip side, Fowler’s comedy raises questions about animal rights, parental subterfuge and self-delusion.

You will laugh, you will think too.

There you have them folks!

More reviews on other genres will come soon..watch this space. ..*winks*

#21 great books #A Thousand Splendid Suns #C . S Lewis #Charles Dickens #Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie #Chinua Achebe #George Orwell #Handmaid’s Tale #Infinite Jest #Joy Luck Club #Karen Joy Fowler #Wole Soyinka

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