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Some of y’all are not going to like me after reading this review. It’s not going to be a typical review either. I’m going to add some real messy shit to it. We are going to have a little Q&A section where I will be answering some of the questions that Bristol asks from the book.

There’s not going to be anything pretty about this review here. That being the case, I’m going to ask that you decide now if you want to go any further. I may end up pushing a few buttons.

Let’s hear with author has to say about her book…

Synopsis

In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry.
Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager.
But when they first meet, she’s a college student finding her way in the world,
and he’s an artist determined to make his way in it.
From completely different worlds,
all the things that should separate them only draw them closer.
It’s a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?

FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come.

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Bristol is a bitch. I just don’t like the hoe. She reminds me of a slut or maybe a whore. 

Oh, no! Wait! That’s just how Bristol views everyone expect her.

Maybe I should change change my wording and maybe I shouldn’t. I’m just going to use the words that Bristol uses to describe rap music and other females.

Let’s all prepare ourselves to read a story that plays on almost every single negative stereotype of the black community, shall we?

All jokes aside, Bristol is a self-righteous bitch. She was so judgmental. She reminds me of one of those chicks I could never be around. Those who see nothing else in the world excluding what is around them and while mentally judging them. She is judging people and things before she ever takes more than two seconds to see things from a different perspective. She’s so quick to open her mouth and let all that foul shit out before actually listening to someone first. It took someone, who she wanted to fuck, explaining shit to her before she even gave a damn.

For an ivy league educated female she sure knew next to nothing about the African American community. She was so quick to come to conclusions about females who were more open with their sexuality.

Let me give you an example of some of the stupid shit that came out of this bitches mouth…

“So you rap. Like hoes, bitches, and bling?” – Bitch

“At least you’re open minded about it,” – Grip

“Okay. I admit I don’t listen to much hip-hop. So convince me there’s more to it.” – Bitch

“And it’s my responsibility to convince you. . . why?” – Grip

My thought actually! Why do I need to convince you of a damn thing?

Now let’s replay that conversation on how it would have went with me…

“So you rap. Like hoes, bitches, and bling? – Bitch

“Not unless I’m talking about you.” – Pretty Mess Reading

“Okay. I admit I don’t listen to much hip-hop. So convince me there’s more to it.” – Bitch

“Convince you? You have life all the way fucked up with that question. Girl. . . bye!” – Pretty Mess Reading 

Here’s one more example…

“Wow. She can back those tits up, huh?” – Bitch

“…I think you have one criticizing hip-hop for its misogyny and then hating on another woman just because she has a great rack. Is it any worse when men judge women’s worth by their looks than when women do it?” – Grip

“I wasn’t judging her. Okay, maybe I was judging her a little bit. She’s a pretty girl, and sometimes they get a bad rap.” – Bitch

“I believe you. I’m just saying there’s a lot more to Jimmi, too…maybe you should withhold judgement until you know her better. If not altogether.” –Grip

Jealous much, maybe?

It’s females like this that irritate the fuck out of me.

If someone saw me out partying, you will most likely see me wearing something very low cut. My tits on going to be on full display. I paid too much for mine things to hide them. 🙂 Also, Im most likely at a hip-hop spot listening to rap music. Bitch, aka Bristol, would really hate me and the feeling would be mutual. And the last time I checked I was a well educated female with a great career, who’s married with 2 kids. I even have a dog! Hahahahahaha!!!

Here’s how that conversation would have went with me…

“Wow. She can back those tits up, huh?” –Bitch

“Yeah, she sure can and she looks good doing it. You have a thing for criticizing people and things that you don’t know about.” –Pretty Mess Reading

“I wasn’t judging her. Okay, maybe I was judging her a little bit. She’s a pretty girl, and sometimes they get a bad rap.” –Bitch

“Do they now? Maybe if people like you would spend a bit more time getting to know someone you would find out she’s more that a pair of tits and a pretty face. You would be beautiful if you weren’t such a ignorant bitch.” –Pretty Mess Reading

But that’s just me.

I have read other reviews and they have raved about this book. I was so excited to read it and I wish I could have enjoyed it.

Here’s the thing, while loads of people enjoy reading about the hero more than the heroine, it’s the opposite for me. I need to connect to the main female character to truly enjoy a book. I need to view her as someone I could rock with in real life.

I could never hang out with a female like Bitch, she would get on my last nerves. The only way I could hang out with her is if I wanted to fuck her – at least that way I would be getting something out of it.

There were loads and loads of other things Bitch says throughout the book that got on my nerves, but I’ll leave it there. There is only one other topic I want to discuss with everyone. I thought we could address the word, nigga or nigger, as I thought it was a good question to bring up in the story. It is a very taboo and difficult conversation for people to have for so many reason but I’m not here to give a history lesson.

…I’ve never said it, and I never will. It’s hard for me to understand how people of color use in for themselves even casually. – Bitch

Fair enough and I don’t fault Bitch for feeling this way. My husband feels the same way and we’ve been together for 12 years, married for 10 of those. He’s a white man from Scotland who just so happened to fall in love with this black American girl after meeting in a strip club in Las Vegas! I have never made any attempts to change his mind on the matter nor does he try to stop me from saying nigga with my family and friends. To each their own.

I do like the way the author wrote Grip’s explanation to Bitch. Understanding why many blacks use the word is not necessary as long as there is respect. My husband may not agree or understand why I say nigga but he has enough respect for me so, it doesn’t matter.

I want to say that 9/10 black people who use the N-word do not call each other nigger, we say nigga.

When I was reading this book I kept thinking about this video and it reminded me of Bitch. This video may be disturbing to some. I’m not saying Bitch is as bad as the man in this video, just that some of her comments made me think about it. Click here.

I do not recommend this book at all but that’s just me. I will NOT be reading the next book because I would get irritated with Bitch ever time she opened her mouth.

I’m going to grab me a vodka and cranberry and clean up all this mess. It’s time to get pretty again.

TTYL…