Book Recommendation: Love in colour
My food app reminds me to buy one get one free, my supermarket app points out at offers ending soon, my Zoom notification pops a reminder of a meeting happening in the next 30 minutes, my health app nags me to walk around to attain the the10,000 steps. All the while my screen management is past my daily threshold, I am yet to write 1000 words a day and the work-related assignments are drawing nearer.
The advert on my current phone had assured me of convenience as I wriggle through the worries I face every day. The apps I own promised instant gratification. Both ended up having the opposite effect, that is why once in a while I keep my phone aside and get lost in a book, a cup of coffee, and building castles in the air. It is the only way I can genuinely enjoy life without a reminder of all the other things meant to make my life "convenient".
I opted to borrow a book this past week, Love in Colour by Bolu Babalola. One because borrowing gives me a timeline to clear up my reading without assigning it the #TBR. Secondly, because Mercy is such a good colleague and she reminds me of the time I lost obsessing about my career instead of getting lost in book covers, I admire her reading ethic.
If you enjoy writing this is a manual on artistic freedom, if you enjoy reading this is a blend of new and aged wine in bourbon casks which will make you so drunk in love, if you don't fall into the two categories, you don't know but you need this book.
Bolu Babalola is an outstanding writer, with a lovely writing style to boot, her intricate design knitted, and lovely romances into a joyful hopeful collection of clothed in the book.
She reminded me of my mother’s knitting sessions, when she spared the little money from her teaching job, bought a threat to knit for each of her five kids a sweater. Two knitting needles, a stitch at a time, a loop at ago, varying it with a flat pattern, or an angular lap all ending up in a warm cotton sweater, a cover of love in a cold morning.
It is a book which despite the recurring theme of love, the varying tempo of each story, change in the narration, and different character voices make for the diversified read.
The only regret I had after reading the book, was not having one story at a time, as strawberries dipped in natural yoghurt. I would then have enjoyed the flavor. I would have appreciated the strength of each character, the creativity in the plot, and the freedom in a speech in remaking the golden classic into modern adages.
