Constantly Moving the Bookmark

We met Abdul Jones on the morning of his mother’s funeral. He is nine years old and finds himself completely alone, facing a long hard road ahead. Unlike Precious, who grew through her experience, Abdul (J.J.) slides ever deeper into the system and into his own anger and despair. He becomes a character I did not like very much. Then the book descended into a book I did not like very much.

Written in the same gritty and coarse manner as Push, I felt that this book used the language and the situations for shock value rather than being an integral part of the story telling. I finished the book hoping there would be some satisfactory resolution for me as a reader. I would have accepted good or bad, but there was nothing I could grasp on to. Sadly disappointing as a sequel.