Kekla Magoon paints a backdrop that acknowledges "regular 'ole urban street life"-AND YET, keeps unpacking layers. I remember the president, the dean of students, most of his freshman class driving from Kentucky for that funeral. Let's skip forward to another cousin: he's my nineteen year old cousin and couldn't afford his fall tuition (kept it a secret from his family) he went down the street to the store, had words with some guys, they shot him in the back while he was running, came up and than shot him point blank in the head. I remember the counseling, the fact he wouldn't talk to anyone and his struggle in school. His brother held him in his arms while he took his last breaths. I've personally attended more funerals than weddings, I lost a three year old cousin to a drive by shooting who was playing outside with his six year older brother. This book is a beautiful reminder of why I cherish getting older.
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