Book review: The Girl With the Louding Voice by Abi Daré
The Girl With the Louding Voice by Abi Daré is a book I probably wouldn’t have picked out in a shop, as I’m a little tired of all the novels with titles that begin “The Girl…”, particularly as most of them are about grown women. But when a friend offered to lend me this Nigerian novel, I looked it up and was intrigued. I’m glad I gave it a chance.
For one thing, the girl of the title, Adunni, really is a girl. Which is especially key as her story begins with her being married off aged 14 because her father needs the money from her dowry to keep paying rent. She is suddenly the third wife of a middle-aged man, who demands total obedience and turns a blind eye when his first wife beats Adunni. She is expected to be silent, meek and subservient but it is not in Adunni’s character to fade into the background. Her curiosity and boldness repeatedly bring her trouble.
All Adunni wanted in life was to stay in school and become a teacher. She had no interest in marriage, unlike many of her friends. So she struggles to find any sympathy when she complains of her situation on the rare occasions she can get out of her new home. She’s desperate to educate herself and reads everything she can get hold of.
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