Sola Osofisan
04-22-2009, 10:59 PM
Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani, author of I Do Not Come to You By Chance, answers our questions
Who's your favourite author?
I'd rather say that I favour a particular writing style. I enjoy most things humorous. But then, P. G. Wodehouse occupies a very special place in my heart and mind.
What's the first book you remember reading?
Certainly not any of Enid Blyton's. Unlike many children of my generation, I didn't read any of her books until I was almost a teenager. My parents purchased most of the books I read as a child. Apart from the Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella sort of books, most of them were by popular African writers (for example, I read Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart and Ayi Kwei Armah's The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born before I was ten) or about African children living in mud huts and hawking oranges to pay their school fees. I read so many of these books that I began wishing my family also lived in a mud hut with thatched roof and subsisted off proceeds from our yam farm. It was not until I left home and experienced being broke a few times that I finally realised there was nothing glamorous about lack.
More (http://www.orionbooks.co.uk/QandA.aspx?id=14600&catID=0)
Who's your favourite author?
I'd rather say that I favour a particular writing style. I enjoy most things humorous. But then, P. G. Wodehouse occupies a very special place in my heart and mind.
What's the first book you remember reading?
Certainly not any of Enid Blyton's. Unlike many children of my generation, I didn't read any of her books until I was almost a teenager. My parents purchased most of the books I read as a child. Apart from the Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella sort of books, most of them were by popular African writers (for example, I read Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart and Ayi Kwei Armah's The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born before I was ten) or about African children living in mud huts and hawking oranges to pay their school fees. I read so many of these books that I began wishing my family also lived in a mud hut with thatched roof and subsisted off proceeds from our yam farm. It was not until I left home and experienced being broke a few times that I finally realised there was nothing glamorous about lack.
More (http://www.orionbooks.co.uk/QandA.aspx?id=14600&catID=0)