Guyssssssssssss... I have a testimony… I overcame procrastination, yet again 🤧 So, for what seemed like forever, I was away...and today, I have returned.. Now, this is me dusting off the cobwebs here and wearing back my blogger hat... But first, before we go all the way into this blog post, I offer you a salutation… Aloha😃  Welcome, welcome... Welcome to my blog, dear readers. I am Nan. C, (in case you forgot) The first thing I want to say is; I know I've been away for five months. Like, five whole months fa…😥 I mean, where did time go, so soon? Phew! Anyways, I'm here now and we'll continue from where we stopped. Which is, reviewing the book I talked about in my last post. Book Title: Notes on Grief by Chimamanda Adichie. I'll say something little on why I decided to read the book, and then select a couple of statements that resonated most with me and add my little two cents as well. They are a lot, believe me. But I'll stick with a few for this post.  Reason...

  "Why do you shout about reading so much like this?" You might have wondered and would like to ask me, if you had the opportunity. Let me save you the stress, you'll be reading the answer in a bit. But first, have you read this year, this month, this week, today? What did you read and for how long? Did you meditate on what you read and draw up an action plan on how to infuse what you learnt into your life's system? I'm proud of you mehn! So growing up, my parents really did a good job trying to inculcate the reading culture in all of us. My mum and her sisters were the reading type and would buy and exchange novels on crime, law etc Both of my parents studied English Language in university and so we had a vast range of literature books at home. Some in twos sef, 'cos two of them bought their individual copies and so we always had plenty of books at home. From Things Fall Apart and Anthills of the Savannah by Chinua Achebe, The Beautiful Ones are not Yet Born ...