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432 pages, Hardcover
First published May 7, 2024
1. All of this reminds me of when Ms. Pauline would catch the Holy Ghost in the middle of church, and her whole body would fall on the ground, shaking. Her wig would fall off, making all of us almost piss on ourselves, laughing.
2. On my right, a couple of baddies strut by, looking me up and down, smiling. I nod a wadup, trying hard not to look at them jeans, hugging them in all the right places. They giggle and press on.
3. A few giggling girls pass us with glazing adoration in their eyes. They all say in unison like they're in an episode of The Parkers. "Heyyyy, Professor Kumale." [...] They giggle and bobble their heads even more and bound outside the door.
4. One girl catches my attention. She blows on her pencil all seductively, and I swear to God, it writes the words without her even holding it.
5. Alexis comes out looking like a whoooollle brown-skinned Cinderella with her yellow see-through bikini dress that hugs every curve. Lawd ham mercy. When her full lips curl into that beautiful smile, it's making me clutch onto the art of being a gentleman for, like, five seconds. "Daaaayyyum...," I whisper, noticing her thigh slipping out. [...] It takes everything in me not to be a creep, because I just stare at her.
6. A group of scantily clad hotties flutter around the dance floor like moths under a streetlamp. They twerk them goodies while the music pulsates. Dipping through the room is a dude [...] chasing after a baddie, serenading her with drunken compliments.
7. [...] everybody in the house goes ham, throwing that ass with supernatural speed on the down beat. A couple of dudes straggle behind, being blessed by this one girl while she speed-twerks on them.
8. Even some girl comes up to me and starts twerking on me. Her booty going berserk, causing my world to go upside down. Even my teammates hold me back while homegirl go ham on me.
"It may not bring her back, but with our magic, we can prevent another Black woman or man from being murdered." [Alexis] clocks me shaking my head. "I knew you wouldn't understand. The only person who understands me is Donja..."
"Wow. So, you and the n–– definitely fucking."
She shakes her head. "You're doing the most right now."
"I'm doing the most right now? Really? Well, ain't that the pot calling the kettle black. You know what, how you gon' take up for him, knowing what he did? I'm your friend way before you known that n––. What, y'all smashing or something?"
I immediately soften. "You sure nothing is going on with you two?"
"This is my last time even giving attention to this, okay? So, here it goes. No, we are not. [...]"
It takes everything in me to put the green-eyed monster away.
Soon as I touch the door, the lock on the car instantly clicks to unlock. I hop in and close the door real soft. The rain continues to drum on top of the car, and now the wind whips around, blowing yard signs and leaves everywhere.vs.
Their skin is black as midnight.
All of them. Beautiful Black skin wrapped in glory and frustration like stars in the inky, dark sky. Welts and bruises decorate their faces like war paint.
It’s their story. Their history.
Through the boscage and mist, they all stand idly in the middle of the sugarcane field like they’re waiting for something.
The dude next to him seems more in his feminine bag. Sheer confidence radiates from him with his drawn-on eye makeup, lip gloss, and different-colored nails...The twin brother with colorful nails steps in front, clearing his throat. “Umm, I can introduce myself. Wassup, cutie, I’m Savon. Pronouns they, them, and that Bitch.”
“Shiiiid, when you’ve been locked in a closet that was made to trap you, you go wild when you get that lil’ taste of freedom.”There are also no named queer women! This is especially minor compared to a lot of the stuff I've talked about here but if this book is all about representing people in the Black community, where are the lesbians?
“Hey, you out that biiihhh now.”- Chapter 19
First, it’s a lady that peels herself from one of the barstools. Her hair is silver and shaped in crochet braids. She has on an outfit that’s obviously too young for her—and a glass of some kind of liquor in her hand. - Chapter 15We then have the nameless "baddies" and "hotties" that are all over the Caiman University campus.
On my right, a couple of baddies strut by, looking me up and down, smiling. I nod a wadup, trying hard not to look at them jeans, hugging them in all the right places.There are plenty of other examples of sexist microaggressions, and I think that if it was only one or two things I would have let them slide (maybe I wouldn't have even caught them) but because there are so many, it creates a pattern that you can't ignore. This is not to say that girls shouldn't be allowed to shake ass! They should be able to do whatever they want! But these women are not real, they don't have any names because they're all background characters, and there is no legitimate reason to pepper in the fact that all of the female students on campus are really hot and want to fuck Malik and his male friends really, really badly.
They giggle and press on. - Chapter 7
And then like always, my lil’ bit of happiness got snatched away. Alexis was adopted and was gone... My best friend, my first love, driving away… - Chapter 1Any rational person would think, "Oh, well, they were 2nd graders and that's a childhood crush, so neither of them owe each other a relationship." Malik does not think like this. When he arrives at Caiman U, Alexis is trying to rally her fellow students to support the search for some missing human girls. He thinks about how "her beautiful mahogany face [has] been getting her through the darkest of days," which is wild because the last time he saw her she was literally 7 years old and instead this would be a good time to put an effort into describing how she's aged since he last saw her. Malik is instantly in a state of mind where Alexis is inherently in some sort of romantic situation with him because of their puppy love situation from back when they were kids even though he hasn't seen her in a fucking decade, and that entitlement poisons their romantic subplot.
Oozing with golden-boy privilege, Donja is clearly one of those light-skinned niggas who can go for a discount Drake. Straight hipster vibes with one earring dangling from his left ear, colored fingernails. A beanie curved on his head, with a beaded necklace hanging out from his half-buttoned shirt, his chest all out. His beard doesn’t even connect for real, and his head is full of curly brown hair. - Chapter 8Malik is immediately threatened by Donja's existence and asks if they're dating, which Alexis quickly swats down. Donja takes a bit of humor in this moment and Malik is pissed.