The Book of Not by Tsitsi Dangarembga

I am currently pleasure reading the sequel to Nervous Conditions. Although not as accessible as the first book, I am starting to get into this later work, and curious to see if Dangarembga manages to eventually entice me as much as Nervous Conditions did.

Here's a little excerpt that really caught my fancy, and which puts many of my own opinions into words:

Stepping into the library was as exciting as stepping into a winnow basket, the first transport choice of local magical people, as others board a flying saucer or a magic carpet. Away, away you whisked in that place, into the pictures of other people's imaginations, the pages of other people's histories. And how warming it was to be not here but somewhere else, over there, between this and that, where you could become anything at all and where anything, including good things, could happen! [...] ...book in hand, but not really there, somewhere else. It was a small ecstasy of being.