Ikenga
(Sprache: Englisch)
An NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR
An AMAZON BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK OF 2020
Nnedi Okorafor's acclaimed first novel for middle grade readers introduces a boy who can access super powers with the help of the magical Ikenga.
Nnamdi's...
An AMAZON BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK OF 2020
Nnedi Okorafor's acclaimed first novel for middle grade readers introduces a boy who can access super powers with the help of the magical Ikenga.
Nnamdi's...
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An NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEARAn AMAZON BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK OF 2020
Nnedi Okorafor's acclaimed first novel for middle grade readers introduces a boy who can access super powers with the help of the magical Ikenga.
Nnamdi's father was a good chief of police, perhaps the best Kalaria had ever had. He was determined to root out the criminals that had invaded the town. But then he was murdered, and most people believed the Chief of Chiefs, most powerful of the criminals, was responsible. Nnamdi has vowed to avenge his father, but he wonders what a twelve-year-old boy can do. Until a mysterious nighttime meeting, the gift of a magical object that enables super powers, and a charge to use those powers for good changes his life forever. How can he fulfill his mission? How will he learn to control his newfound powers?
Award-winning Nnedi Okorafor, acclaimed for her Akata novels, introduces a new and engaging hero in her first novel for middle grade readers set against a richly textured background of contemporary Nigeria.
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1A Sad Farewell with Pepper
Nnamdi didn t want to look at his father s body in the casket, so he looked at the side of his mother s face instead. He sat beside her, his relatives all around him. He wanted to hold his mother s hand, but he didn t dare. Her black head wrap was perched on her head, all sharp starched angles. Auntie Ugochi, his mother s sister, had helped her put it on. If it weren t for Auntie Ugochi, his mother would have stayed in bed, sobbing.
Nnamdi s eyes fell on his mother s gold earrings. She only wore these on special occasions. Nnamdi figured the burial of his father was special enough. He stared at his mother now and she didn t notice. Her face was a terrible mess. Her dark brown eyes were red and puffy, her black mascara was running down her cheeks, and her nose was wet with tears and snot. The handkerchief someone had given her was soaked through with tears.
My husband. Ewo, ewo, ewo, she kept whispering as she gazed at the body of Nnamdi s father. He was yards away, lying in an open ebony casket under the black tent next to the high-reaching palm tree that grew beside the house. He was dressed in his impeccable police chief uniform, the same type of uniform he d been wearing on the night he died. Except this one didn t have three holes in the chest and back. The murder of Nnamdi s father exactly two weeks ago was still unsolved.
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The sun was especially harsh today, and even under the tent, it was sweltering hot. The humid heat blew as a wave of grief pressed down on Nnamdi s shoulders. He ran his hand over his freshly trimmed rough hair and turned from his mother to look somewhere else. For a while, he watched the women with the drums perform their burial dance before him. They wore matching blue dresses and cowry shells that clicked on their ankles. As they danced, they kicked up dust. The band had a guitar and bass player, a flutist, and three more drummers, and they played a variety of songs from highlife to traditional. Normally, Nnamdi would have enjoyed the music.
Suddenly, all the dancers missed their rhythm. The drummers lost their beat. The guitarist s fingers slipped. And the flutists missed their notes. All Nnamdi s relatives, family, friends, acquaintances the two hundred people sitting on benches, standing, and crying in the large spacious compound all looked toward the entranceway on the left side. Auntie Ugochi leaned toward his mother s ear and Nnamdi heard her mutter, This man has no shame.
His mother snatched Nnamdi s hand and squeezed hard. Keep playing, keep dancing! she barked at the musicians and dancers. A drummer beat out a floundering rhythm and the dancers moved distractedly.
Nnamdi didn t want to look. He knew who he d see. Never shy away from conflict, his father had once told him. Look it in the eye and deal with it. And his mother had stood behind his father and added, Courage, my son. Your father means you should have courage but be smart about it.
So Nnamdi turned to look. He saw a procession of ten fashionably dressed, gold- and diamond-wearing, attention-usurping women and men filing into the compound. Nnamdi tried to stand up straight with his chin up, as his father would have. But instead, fear made him slump in his seat and barely lift his head.
Nnamdi remembered his father angrily talking about these individuals. Everyone knows who they are, but people are too afraid to confront them. If anything, people treat them like Nollywood movie stars. These were the most prominent criminals in Kaleria.
That regal old woman wearing the red abada textile clothing had to be Mama Go-Slow. His father was right: indeed, she did walk like a
The sun was especially harsh today, and even under the tent, it was sweltering hot. The humid heat blew as a wave of grief pressed down on Nnamdi s shoulders. He ran his hand over his freshly trimmed rough hair and turned from his mother to look somewhere else. For a while, he watched the women with the drums perform their burial dance before him. They wore matching blue dresses and cowry shells that clicked on their ankles. As they danced, they kicked up dust. The band had a guitar and bass player, a flutist, and three more drummers, and they played a variety of songs from highlife to traditional. Normally, Nnamdi would have enjoyed the music.
Suddenly, all the dancers missed their rhythm. The drummers lost their beat. The guitarist s fingers slipped. And the flutists missed their notes. All Nnamdi s relatives, family, friends, acquaintances the two hundred people sitting on benches, standing, and crying in the large spacious compound all looked toward the entranceway on the left side. Auntie Ugochi leaned toward his mother s ear and Nnamdi heard her mutter, This man has no shame.
His mother snatched Nnamdi s hand and squeezed hard. Keep playing, keep dancing! she barked at the musicians and dancers. A drummer beat out a floundering rhythm and the dancers moved distractedly.
Nnamdi didn t want to look. He knew who he d see. Never shy away from conflict, his father had once told him. Look it in the eye and deal with it. And his mother had stood behind his father and added, Courage, my son. Your father means you should have courage but be smart about it.
So Nnamdi turned to look. He saw a procession of ten fashionably dressed, gold- and diamond-wearing, attention-usurping women and men filing into the compound. Nnamdi tried to stand up straight with his chin up, as his father would have. But instead, fear made him slump in his seat and barely lift his head.
Nnamdi remembered his father angrily talking about these individuals. Everyone knows who they are, but people are too afraid to confront them. If anything, people treat them like Nollywood movie stars. These were the most prominent criminals in Kaleria.
That regal old woman wearing the red abada textile clothing had to be Mama Go-Slow. His father was right: indeed, she did walk like a
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Autoren-Porträt von Nnedi Okorafor
Nnedi Okorafor is an international award-winning novelist of science fiction and fantasy for children and adults. Born in the United States to Nigerian immigrant parents, Nnedi is known for weaving African culture into evocative settings and memorable characters. Nnedi has received the World Fantasy, Hugo, Nebula, and Lodestar Awards, amongst others, for her books. Her fans include Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, John Green, and Ursula K. Le Guin. She holds a PhD in Literature and lives in the suburbs of Chicago with her daughter Anyaugo.Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Nnedi Okorafor
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2021, 240 Seiten, Maße: 12,7 x 19,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593113535
- ISBN-13: 9780593113530
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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An NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEARAn AMAZON BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK OF 2020
This wonderfully fresh superhero origin story offers a look into the shadowy, inexplicable powers that are suddenly in the hands of an ordinary child Okorafor has created unique, multifaceted characters that will have young readers hoping for Nnamdi s next adventure. School Library Journal, STARRED REVIEW
"In her first middle-grade novel, Nnedi Okorafor deftly explores grief and corruption through this southeast Nigerian Igbo superhero origin story. With its enduring themes, charismatic characters and exhilarating events, Ikenga powerfully shows spiritual and fantastical elements confronting real-world problems." Shelf Awareness, STARRED REVIEW
"Ikenga, the powerhouse speculative fiction writer Nnedi Okorafor's middle grade debut, is a propulsive, juju-filled novel set in a fictional Nigerian town...Okorafor's narrative provides comfort precisely because she refuses to gloss over violence, loss and pain." The New York Times
"Smart, exciting and well plotted, Ikenga offers all the traditional superhero satisfactions colorful baddies, thrilling fight scenes, a hero with morality and justice on his side in a fresh and distinctive modern-day setting where magic hums just below the surface." The Wall Street Journal
"Fans of classic superheroes including Nnamdi s favorite, the Incredible Hulk and readers looking for a young superhero will find a champion in Nnamdi." Publishers Weekly
"A memorable middle-grade murder mystery that s darkly humorous in some places and delightfully creepy in others." Kirkus Reviews
"A tightly paced action-adventure." Booklist
"This is a dynamic tale of a boy thrust into the role of a superhero....A rich Igbo cultural presence prevails in this novel, sparking an interest for more Nigerian-based stories." BCCB
"A roller coaster of action...Okorafor succeeds in imbuing
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West African culture throughout the origin story of a memorable new superhero." Horn Book
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