Ivory B. hit the ground running seamlessly bridging a relationship between character and readers in series of dramatic events. I got to know Lucky, Carlos, Keema, Jah, Ty and Nice at the very beginning and none of them fell flat towards the end. Although the love foundations were built in the hood & sprung up with drug money, the black women were educated and could carry their own with or without their boo’s. What rubbed me the wrong way was although the women were educated they cried throughout the book (especially Lucky), I began to see them as weak and I didn’t want to view them that way. In fact, Lucky cried so much I thought the author might set her up with a shrink in one of the scenes. I found myself saying shut-up lil girl, grow up, and put your big girl panties on you’re screwing with one of the biggest dope boys in Philly. But the then the author cunningly made me forget about the crying with another drama-filled escapade, so vividly written I felt like one of my girls were rattling off about their life. It was funny, especially Aunt V., entertaining, and sort of a thrill ride.
This book is worth reading if you are into dope-boys, paid girlfriends, baby-mama drama, etc. etc. It surely won’t bore you. However, I’m not too happy with the way it ended. Either book two is coming or the ending will leave you requesting the sequel.