Beautiful. Inspiring. Amazing. I loved this third installment of Binti's adventure. What an amazing world and collection of characters Nnedi Okorafor has made.
Throughout reading this book, I'd often forget I was reading a sci-fi novel as I was so utterly consumed by Binti's story, travels, adventure and emotional journey.
This entire series is so fresh and so original it's moved my expectations for all other stories.
Loved it.
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Mwinyi said it was just my body settling with the zinariya technology that Ariya had unlocked within me, but what did that matter? It didn't make it any better.
"The child is a dolt,"
The Meduse rage, which I was still learning to control, left me like cool air flees the morning sun.
that explains why you've never seen an Icarus," he said. "They're large green grasshoppers who like to fly into fires. Then they fly out of the flames and dance with their new wings of fire and fall to the ground wingless. The wings grow back in a few days. Then they do it again.
The type of harmonizer one was depended on one's teacher's worldview; I rolled this realization around in my mind
"When elephants fight, the grass suffers."
"Your family was kind to me, except for your sisters, who like to yell.
"What reason does a man have to be beautiful?" Chief Kapika asked as he watched me spread the leaf on the dry dirt. "Beauty does not need a reason," Okwu responded.
I bit my lip. "He only knows the little we know here," I said. "Forgive him for that."
held at sunset," I said. "'When the fire and the sky are in agreement.'"
The space between my eyes stung. "Used to." No longer. I walked faster.
There's been terror and death and destruction, but I want to pull harmony out of that now. We can."
I'll try after sunrise. Another sunrise in a world where my family was dead.
The way people on Oomza Uni were so diverse and everyone handled that as if it were normal continued to surprise me. It was so unlike Earth, where wars were fought over and because of differences and most couldn't relate to anyone unless they were similar.
A tree with strong roots laughs at storms.
Even back then I had changed things, and I didn't even know it. When I should have reveled in this gift, instead, I'd seen myself as broken.
Then the sound of their name split and split like a fractal in my mind.
It was so … anticlimactic. Not that I was complaining.
"Will his happiness kill him?" Okwu asked.
In my village, we have only men and women and some who are both, neither, or more, but all human.