By Chinelo Okparanta
Long-listed for the heart for Fiction First Novel Prize
Nominated for the 2015 NAACP snapshot Awards (Outstanding Literary paintings of Fiction)
Nominated for the 2015 Nigerian Writers Awards (Young Motivational author of the Year)
New York instances ebook evaluation Editors' Choice
Inspired by way of Nigeria's folktales and its conflict, Under the Udala Trees is a deeply looking out, strong debut in regards to the hazards of residing and loving openly.
Ijeoma comes of age as her state does; born earlier than independence, she is 11 whilst civil conflict breaks out within the younger republic of Nigeria. despatched away to defense, she meets one other displaced baby they usually, star-crossed, fall in love. they're from diversified ethnic groups. also they are either girls.
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