My roommate introduced me to this book, about a Nigerian woman who’d moved to America for a better life and through reminiscing actually decides to go back home to Nigeria, a little over winter break and I still haven’t finished reading. But through my roommate’s introduction of this work to me I realized just how small the literary world can be. The author of the book was also the woman speaking on feminism in Beyonce’s self-titled album. It was so interesting to read her work and then hear the voice behind it in a whole new light. It was also cool to already know who the woman was. Pay attention to the authors whose works you read, they may pop up in what you thought to be the most unlikely places, like hanging out with King Bey.