Queenie

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Queenie by Candice Carty-Williams
Reviewed by Linda
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I inhaled this in an afternoon. ⁣
I know I’m not the first or the last person to say this, but the comparisons of Queenie to Bridget Jones are just jarring and misleading because there’s so much more to Queenie than that (not sure who came up with this dead publicity!?). This isn’t a typical white rom-com.⁣

It’s not plain sailing for millennial Queenie Jenkins, our 25 year-old British Jamaican protagonist who you’ll either love or get agitated by, but she is a product of her circumstances, and I guarantee that you will root for her throughout. Fictional character or not, she represents someone and we’ve all been (or will be) in our 20s once… ⁣

Following a breakup with awful Tom, Queenie hits rock bottom and stubbornly continues to self-sabotage as she lacks self-worth. This interracial relationship is scarily unhealthy and inherently racist. Carty-Williams packs a lot into Queenie’s character: growing up with instability, getting paid peanuts in an entry-level job whilst trying to live independently in London, mental health issues and disconnecting with toxic people even if they’re family. The dynamic between her friends adds a bit of humour to an otherwise deep read but her mate Cassandra was just horrendous. ⁣

On Queenie’s self-healing journey, the affirming point for me was her unlearning of the cultural stigma to seek professional help (especially true in BAME communities), and Carty-Williams does well to portray that even her loving grandparents find it hard to understand that therapy is what she needs and not a shameful thing. ⁣

It’s a grower and with its wit and charm, Queenie is worth every minute of reading. ⁣
I look forward to seeing what’s next from @candicec_w!

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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