I love jumpsuits. I might actually have a problem. I don't care what people say. I don't care that you have to get almost half undressed if you need to use the ladies. I don't care that some people find them silly and all. Jumpsuits, playsuits, grown-up onesies, whatever you wanna call them. I can't get enough.
...the greatest joy of reading Oyeyemi will always be style: jagged and capricious at moments, lush and rippled at others, always singular, like the voice-over of a fever dream.
And the LATimes said this:
The risks that Helen Oyeyemi takes in her fifth novel, "Boy, Snow, Bird," are astonishing in their boldness.
Because she's a wanderer:
Oyeyemi is from Strange Times. Raised in Britain by Nigerian parents, the 29-year-old five-time novelist isn’t even affiliated with a single home anymore: London, New York, Berlin, Barcelona, Budapest, Prague — who knows where she is doing her thing at any given moment?
There's also the part about this book being a creative riff on fairy tale Snow White.
I want to know this chick. Has anyone read any of her other stuff? Has anyone read this?
I can't say much else about this weekend besides the fact that it took me a full hour to come out from underneath my tears after Lupita Nyong'o's Oscar win last night. I was moved beyond words, it really touched me when she said no matter where you're from, your dreams are valid. I remember being a little girl growing up in Cameroon with big dreams about the future- the things I wanted to do, the person I hoped I'd be. I'm so glad that I have already been blessed beyond words and to see stories like Lupita's, I think of all my talented friends and peers, my co-dreamers and I realize you can never stop dreaming, striving and reminding yourself that so much is possible.