I started reading Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight, by Alexandra Fuller this week. A customer told me about the book and afterward lent me her copy. Now, usually I’m not a memoir person. I do like non-fiction, but I like non-fiction in the form of David Sedaris: hilarious and in a book of essays. Apparently, a relative gave my customer a copy of the book and her reaction was similar to what mine would have been: “Another memoir?”
Usually, when I read a memoir, it takes me awhile to get into it, but with Fuller’s book I was hooked. She takes her reader through her years growing up in different African countries. I have a huge love for the African continent, which began when I was younger but definitely took shape when I spent three months in Sénégal at the age of 18. I’ve always had a fascination with East Africa as well and she takes us to some countries that I’ve considered visiting.
However, I can’t say too much about it yet, because after I got about 35% into the novel, I got this sinus infection and reading was giving me a headache. Now that I’m starting to feel better I’m looking forward to picking up this book again! One thing I can say is that I’ve been thinking about it ever since I last picked it up. That’s always a good sign!