I wanted to like this book. In all honesty,I expected to love this book. As my first book purchase of the year I had some seriously high hopes. *cue High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco*
Now that the dance break is over, let’s get back to this book. Let’s be civil with this. I’m not saying that just because I didn’t like it, no one else will either. No, what I’m saying is that I had issues of my own with this novel and some of those issues stem from personal experience, some of them are just my own likes and dislikes, and other things are straight up problematic. It’s a mixed bag with this one.
Disclaimer: All these thoughts are my own unless stated otherwise. Just because I didn’t like this story doesn’t mean it can’t have a positive influence on someone else, especially someone falling under this demographic.
It feels like forever since I did one of these book reviews. I’ve been reading a ton for my classes, I just haven’t written any reviews for those stories. But you didn’t come here to hear excuses, you came for a review and a review is what I’ll give you! *laughs maniacally*
This Haitian sister duo has restored my faith in Haitian authors everywhere. As if I could ever lose hope with Edwidge Danticat’s writing still out there.
I’m really excited to get back into the swing of reviewing books. It’s been a while since my last book review. Here it is, my first read and review of the decade.
In this standalone novel, Tiffany D. Jackson tells the story of three Brooklyn teens who plot to turn their murdered friend into a major rap star by pretending he is still alive.
Biggie Smalls was right. Things done changed. But that doesn’t mean that Quadir and Jarrell are okay letting their best friend Steph’s tracks lie forgotten in his bedroom after he’s killed—not when his beats could turn any Bed-Stuy corner into a celebration, not after years of having each other’s backs.
Enlisting the help of Steph’s younger sister, Jasmine, Quadir and Jarrell come up with a plan to promote Steph’s music under a new rap name: The Architect. Soon, everyone in Brooklyn is dancing to Steph’s voice. But then his mixtape catches the attention of a hotheaded music rep and—with just hours on the clock—the trio must race to prove Steph’s talent from beyond the grave.
Now, as the pressure—and danger—of keeping their secret grows, Quadir, Jarrell, and Jasmine are forced to confront the truth about what happened to Steph. Only each has something to hide. And with everything riding on Steph’s fame, together they need to decide what they stand for before they lose everything they’ve worked so hard to hold on to—including each other.
Somehow I simultaneously couldn’t put this book down but I couldn’t keep reading. I had to reread several statements just to make sure I’d read them right. It was painful to read at times, but also quite necessary.
The edition I’m reviewing is an uncorrected proof I received from a friend at Penguin Random House. Let’s Go Swimming on Doomsday was published in January of 2019.