Butter Honey Pig Bread

Butter Honey Pig Bread by Francesca Ekwuyasi
Reviewed by Linda
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I will start by saying that this book is RICH, deep and superbly executed. Ekwuyasi writes about belonging, grief and hope. But ultimately it’s the love of food and the act of breaking bread with strangers or loved ones that binds the different themes of this story together.

We intimately follow estranged twins Taiye and Kehinde and their mother Kambirinachi, all of whom have a strained relationship with one another following traumatic events.

As each woman fumbles their way through life’s ups and downs, the author lets us get up close and personal and it this portrayal of intimacy that is deserving of all the awards.

The twins spend over a decade apart with no contact. Kehinde is grieving and unable to communicate with her sister but throws herself into healing by cooking, like a tonic for the soul.
Wounded by her sister’s silence, Taiye continues to write letters to her soulmate and explores her sexuality with a string of dead end flings. Despite both being busy in their own lives, neither shake off the air of loneliness that follows them from Canada, France, London to Lagos and back again.

Then their mother’s health rapidly declines back in Lagos, forcing them to face each other and be the daughters their mother needs by her side. This bit for me was the most poignant.

Picture yourself after time spent in the best company accompanied by the best food you’ve ever eaten and that feeling of immense satisfaction when both your belly and heart are full. If I was to translate those feelings into a literary experience, the result would be Butter Honey Pig Bread!

Linda Malek

I've always had the urge to set up a forum and voice my thoughts after each read, but never had the confidence to do so alone. 18 months ago, I got my fellow book-loving friends involved and formed The Candid Book Club! Aside from having an exponentially growing to-read pile and deteriorating shortsightedness, we've been lucky to have been invited to publisher events and have attended several talks with our favourite authors (Thank you and long may they continue!) To take a break from the pressures of PhD Chemistry, Jess and I exchanged books all the time and in my youth, I was that kid with the first editions of Harry Potter having already read Gulliver’s travels and some Charles Dickens. At work, my desk is a library and luckily for me I sit next to another bookworm Jack who entertains all the photo-taking. I'm suffering from a chronic case of wanderlust (age-related crisis) so books which are set as far away from home as possible tend to float my boat: Middle East, Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Asia...you name it. But if it's got anything to do with Egypt then I'm all over it. So you get the drift...I read all the time, everywhere (on the tube mostly), everyday, a book a week, and very quickly I'm onto the next! And then sometimes there is a book that stops me in my tracks, makes me want to swallow the pages whole, and have it next to me at all times, with some sentences staying with me forever: Shantaram by David Gregory Roberts, anything by Khaled Hosseini, The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo (absolute gem of a woman), A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry, The Good Immigrant edited by Nikesh Shuklaand and anything by Naguib Mahfouz.

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