Review: Adé: A Love Story by Rebecca Walker

Rebecca Walker’s Adé: A Love Story was amazing. I read this novella two months ago, and wanted to kick myself for reading it too early, knowing I had to wait so long before reviewing it. I kid you not, my heart skips a beat whenever I think about this book. It was that good.

I was surprised by two things. First, Rebecca Walker’s writing is very descriptive in a wordy kind of way, something I normally do not enjoy at all. But the style here was simply magnificent. I soaked in every word. Second, it’s a love story. This is something I normally avoid. But Farida and Adé’s story was stunning. Sensitive, superb, and perfectly timed.

Adé makes me want to eat coconut rice and cassava and chicken biryani. I loved learning about Lamu, Kenya. I gained intimate insight into Swahili culture, but was also reminded that many experiences are just plain human. And oh my word, was I ever reminded of my own “first world problems.”

By the end, with only a few pages of the book left, I was still completely absorbed in every word, every phrase. Then the main character, Farida, comes to a profound realization. It’s something that, when I read it, I thought, “umm, yeah, that’s never good, I could have warned you about that.” But then I realized, I did this very same thing while I was reading! Rebecca Walker’s ravishing descriptions of the culture and people tricked me into doing something I was so high and mighty about when I recognized it at the end. (I know this is vague, but I don’t want to spoil it.)

Walker swept me in so that I was fully invested in the characters and their lives. At only 128 pages, you do not want to miss out on the incredible, moving experience of reading Adé.

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