Girl, Woman, Other

I’m very late to the afterparty, but hey. Got this as a present a while ago, but never got around to reading it. Thanks to sickness I finally made it. And what can I say. It’s wonderful. The language, the characters, the way Evaristo is able to paint their complicated, lovable, hatable, conflicted life stories. It’s a book about identity, about belonging and alienation, surviving and thriving.