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“I only became black when I came to America.“ Ifemelu, Part 4, Chapter 31 Right in the midst of clumsily attempting to put the pieces of my third-culture-kid identity together, and fresh off the heels of reading life-altering Girl, Woman, Other, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah was exactly the warm bowl of literary soup my soul needed. This book has revealed to me so many unknown truths about myself. As a Canadian of Mauritian parents and Indian descent, I’ve, for a long time now and mostly unknowingly, struggled with what I would now call an identity crisis. I spent much… Continue reading Thoughts on Americanah