My earliest reading memory
I was about eight, reading a Famous Five book by Enid Blyton, in the light-filled room downstairs in our house on the campus of the University of Nigeria. I learned to read earlier, but this is the earliest of my abiding memories of reading: the feeling of singular pleasure, page after page, eager to solve the mystery in the dungeon but unwilling for the story to end.
My favourite book growing up
I fell deeply in love with The Dark Child by Camara Laye, which probably sparked my interest in a certain kind of nostalgia in fiction. I also loved the Pacesetters, a series of YA books by different African writers, because reading them made me begin to have a (positive) pan-African sensibility.
