What can I say? 
 Chimamanda is magnificent. I enjoyed Americanah's wit and sharp, spot-on observations on race and culture, society and love. It's a cultural critique, coming-of-age, and love story all in one. I read each sentence intentionally and with deep consideration; the eloquent and masterful way she weaves words is entirely delicious: 
 "She woke up torpid each morning, slowed by sadness, frightened by the endless stretch of day that lay ahead. Everything had thickened. She was swallowed, lost in a viscous haze, shrouded in a soup of nothingness." (P. 158) 
 I love her adoration of language: of both English and Igbo-- she incorporates a lot of Igbo words and phrases, no footnotes or glossary, so if you don't know the language (I don't) you have to catch the context or google the meanings. I didn't mind them, I just kept it moving. 
 Stray thoughts and observations: (spoilers ahead, tread carefully) 
 1. Though her observations through the character of Ifemelu vis-a-vis her blog were witty, it sometimes came off a bit snarky and mocking 
 2. I think it just took too long for Ifemulu and Obinze to reunite! It felt like there was a point where the story meandered on and on, especially on Ifemulu's life in America. Which leads me to my 3rd point... 
 3. There wasn't enough of Obinze for me! I wanted to know a little bit more detail. I felt like his storyline was condensed a lot.