"Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of Gambia, West Africa, a man child was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte....."
I read "Roots" a six hundred page book in three days. Non stop. It has been ages since I read a book with so much involvement. Every line struck me hard. I read the last few pages, put the book down and looked around my tiny room. My book shelf stacked with Biochemistry/other favourite fiction, on the other side, a large board of family pictures and a closet of endless clothes. I took education for granted. I knew where I came from. I took lineage and holding on to my culture for granted. I recommend this book to all, just to feel what I felt. Privileged.
