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j1Zfo [E-BOOK] Lagoon Online [j1Zfo.ebook] Lagoon Pdf Free Nnedi Okorafor *Download PDF | ePub | DOC | audiobook | ebooks Download Now Free Download Here Download eBook #67210 in Books Nnedi Okorafor 2016-02-02 2016-02-02Original language:EnglishPDF # 1 8.25 x .70 x 5.50l, .0 #File Name: 1481440888320 pagesLagoon | File size: 43.Mb Nnedi Okorafor : Lagoon before purchasing it in order to gage whether or not it would be worth my time, and all praised Lagoon: 8 of 8 people found the following review helpful. GREAT FIRST CONTACT STORYBy shortstack1981I really loved this book. I had so much fun reading it and it made me smile.I don't quite know how to describe it other than First Contact. But instead of the aliens landing on the White House lawn (because that trope is so overdone) or blowing up New York City (been there, done that) or involving the US Air Force beneath Cheyanne Mountain, the aliens land offshore of Lagos, Nigeria, the biggest city in that country and one of the biggest in the entire world.And that is what makes this book so great.2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. The best sci-fi stories use some fantastical element or technological development ...By A. BiddlerThe best sci-fi stories use some fantastical element or technological development to expose something about the human condition. Nnedi Okorafor's Lagoon is no exception. From the arrival of aliens in a place an English speaking audience would not normally expect to find them (Lagos, Nigeria) to the tensions between long-held cultural moors, religious fervor, and scientific investigation.The story follows a marine biologist, a DJ, and a soldier; who are the first to witness the arrival. These reluctant heroes find themselves caught between their community and everything else. Their own lives, previously papered over with the normalcy of every day life, take on entirely different meanings as they come together to help Ayodele, the alien ambassador.The book is excellent on many levels. There is the meta-narrative about our expectations of the genre (people in the book are very aware that Lagos is the last place aliens would choose to land). There is the city of Lagos, practically a character itself; brought to life through its people, traditions and myths. There is the diverse cast of characters who expose the complexity and fragility of humanity. And all of it comes together into an engaging story that grips you as you watch it unfold.2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. A Cautionary TaleBy Elenora R. SabinAfter reading YA novels by Nnedi Okorafor, I was eager to read this adult novel, a story of a first contact with an alien civilization. The novel takes place in Lagos, Nigeria, and opens a window on the local culture of that region to those of us unfamiliar with the customs and values of the people of Lagos. But the story deals primarily with the effect of the abrupt appearance of aliens in the midst of a large and diverse population. Despite the aliensrsquo; declaration that they intend no harm to humans but have come to help, their arrival sparks riots, military response, and a series of tragic events triggered by a misunderstanding of the aliensrsquo; intentions. The novel is particularly timely right now as the flood of refugees from the Syrian and other conflicts invokes similar responses in many parts of the globe. It is a cautionary tale reminding us of how easily a single dramatic event can incite panic and mob violence resulting in societal upheaval. Itrsquo;s up to a famous rapper, a biologist, and a rogue soldier to handle humanityrsquo;s first contact with an alien ambassadormdash;and prevent mass extinctionmdash;in this novel that blends magical realism with high-stakes action.After word gets out on the Internet that aliens have landed in the waters outside of the worldrsquo;s fifth most populous city, chaos ensues. Soon the military, religious leaders, thieves, and crackpots are trying to control the message on YouTube and on the streets. Meanwhile, the earthrsquo;s political superpowers are considering a preemptive nuclear launch to eradicate the intruders. All that stands between seventeen million anarchic residents and death is an alien ambassador, a biologist, a rapper, a soldier, and a myth that may be the size of a giant spider, or a god revealed. "Chaotic, enthralling, and moving fluidly from character voices to oral-style narration to gut-punchingly beautiful prose" (Amal El-Mohtar NPR Books)"Lagoon is a wonderfully contemporary look at how people react when confronted with the unknown on a massive scale, with all the personal character changes and challenges I could hope for. I loved reading Lagoon and it is definitely going on my reread circuit." (Fantasy Faction)"Lagoon mixes a traditional trope of SF ndash; first contact with visitors from the stars ndash; with African magical realism to create a lyrical, poetic mash-up examining social deprivation, religious excess and the power of story on our lives." (Eric Brown The Guardian)"Lagoon is a fascinating entry into the science fiction of place." (Michael Ann Dobbs io9)About the AuthorNnedi Okorafor is a novelist of African-based science fiction, fantasy, and magical realism for both children and adults. Born in the United States to two Nigerian immigrant parents, Nnedi is known for weaving African culture into creative evocative settings and memorable characters. In a profile of Nnedirsquo;s work titled, ldquo;Weapons of Mass Creationrdquo;, the New York Times called Nnedirsquo;s imagination ldquo;stunning.rdquo; Nnedirsquo;snbsp;accolades includenbsp;the World Fantasy Award for Best Novel for Who Fears Death.nbsp;Her young adult novels are Akata Witch (an .com Best Book of the Year), Zahrah the Windseeker (winner of the Wole Soyinka Prize for African Literature), and The Shadow Speaker (winner of the CBS Parallax Award). She is a professor of creative writing and literature at the University of Buffalo.Excerpt. copy; Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Lagoon CHAPTER 1 FIST It was an eerie moment as Adaora and the two strange men arrived at that spot, right before it happened. Exactly three yards from the water at exactly 11:55 p.m., 8 January 2010. Adaora came from the north side of the beach. The tall veiled man came from the east. The bloodied man wearing army fatigues from the west. They ambled in their general directions, eyeing each other as it became clear that their paths would intersect. Only Adaora hesitated. Then, like the others, she pressed on. She was a born-and-raised Lagosian, and she was wearing nicely fitted jeans and a sensible blouse. Shersquo;d spent more time walking this beach than probably both of these men combined. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and trained her eyes straight ahead. About a quarter of a mile away was open water where the Atlantic overflowed its banks. When bad things happened, her feet always brought her here, to Lagosrsquo;s Bar Beach. In many ways, Bar Beach was a perfect sample of Nigerian society. It was a place of mixing. The ocean mixed with the land, and the wealthy mixed with the poor. Bar Beach attracted drug dealers, squatters, various accents and languages, seagulls, garbage, biting flies, tourists, all kinds of religious zealots, hawkers, prostitutes, johns, water-loving children, and their careless parents. The beachside bars and small restaurants were the most popular hangout spots. Bar Beachrsquo;s waters were too wild for any serious swimming. Even the best swimmers risked a watery death by its many rip currents. Adaora had removed her sandals. It was deep night, and this was probably a bad idea. So far, however, she hadnrsquo;t stepped on any pieces of wood, rusty nails, broken glass, or sharp stones. Her need to feel the cool sand between her toes at this moment outweighed the risk. Despite its trash, there was still something sacred about Bar Beach. On 12 June 1993, the day of the most democratic election in Nigeriarsquo;s history, shersquo;d come here with her father and watched him shed tears of joy. On 23 June, her mother brought her here because her father and uncles were at home cursing and shouting over the military annulling those same elections. She came here to escape the reality that her best friend was sleeping with her biology professor to earn a passing grade. On the day she received her PhD in marine biology from the University of Lagos, she came here to thank the Powers That Be for helping her stay sane enough to finish her degree (and for the fact that she hadnrsquo;t had to sleep with anyone to earn it). Last year, shersquo;d come here to weep when her father was killed along with thirty others during a botched robbery of a luxury bus on the Lagosndash;Benin Expressway, one of Nigeriarsquo;s many, many, many dangerous roads. The thieves had demanded that all the passengers get off the bus and lie in the momentarily empty road. In their stupidity, the thieves hadnrsquo;t anticipated the truck (speeding to avoid armed robbers) that would run over everyone including the thieves. And now Adaora was here at Bar Beach because her loving perfect husband of ten years had hit her. Slapped her really hard. All because of a hip-hop concert and a priest. At first, shersquo;d stood there stunned and hurt, cupping her cheek, praying the children hadnrsquo;t heard. Then shersquo;d brought her hand up and slapped him right back.