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Bling is an uninhibited, unputdownable novel about a small-town girl and the music mogul determined to make her a megastar. Taking us inside the glittering world of New York's hip-hop scene with an unforgettable cast of characters, smart dialogue, and a whole lot of attitude, Erica Kennedy grabs the microphone and makes it clear that she is a major new voice ...

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In her debut novel Bling, Erica Kennedy exposes the dark underside of the hip-hop recording industry in the same way The Nanny Diaries outed the Park Avenue elite. Kennedy charts ... the course of Mimi, a small-town girl from Ohio who is discovered by Lamont Jackson, a hip-hop mogul who discards of gym clothing after one use and sends potential bedmates to his personal physician for a full work-up before hitting the sheets. Secondary characters like Lena Whitaker, the spoiled daughter of an LA lawyer who unknowingly foots the bill for trinkets like a $15,000 diamond necklace for Crazy G, Lena's booty call of the month, and Lamont's cocaine-snorting, Gucci-wearing, sister-in-law Vanessa de la Cruz, quickly become Mimi's image and social consultants. Rounding out the crew are a host of rappers who work for Lamont, including Ernesto, aka Phat E, a bear of a man who "raps about his slick girl-getting abilities" yet goes home every night to his high-school sweetheart Renee, who "was proud to walk the halls with Ernesto even though he had ballooned to 280 pounds by senior prom." Bling takes readers on an insider's tour of the world of parties in the Hamptons, VIP lounges, fashion shows, and Tribeca penthouses. In fact, the tour is so intimate that many readers will recognize thinly veiled faces along the way, like Ally C., the blond-haired, blue-eyed publicist from Long Island, and Irv Greene, the aging music executive from Brooklyn. Kennedy leaves no stone unturned; there's even a prepubescent rapper aptly named Billy Tha Kid. All these details make for a very long book, and by the end, readers may find themselves skimming the pages to find out what eventually happens. Still, for anyone who has ever wondered what goes through the minds of P. Diddy and his entourage as they emerge from the Escalade, Bling promises to enthrall and entertain. --Gisele Toueg From Publishers Weekly Hip-hop's sexed-up commercial side meets its gangsta roots in this sassy beach read debut. Eternal playboy Lamont Jackson is the larger-than-life h Read more Show Less

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One of the hottest, sexiest, and most talked-about novels of 2004 -- now in paperback.

Bling is an uninhibited, unputdownable novel about a small-town girl and the music mogul determined to make her a megastar. Taking us inside the glittering world of New York's hip-hop scene with an unforgettable cast of characters, smart dialogue, and a whole lot of attitude, Erica Kennedy grabs the microphone and makes it clear that she is a major new voice in the popular new genre of urban fiction.

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The New Yorker
In this gleeful satire of the hip-hop glitterati, a girl from the sticks comes to New York to make it big and risks losing her soul along the way, literally—she’s a wanna-be soul singer who gets forcibly made over into a ghetto-fab princess, complete with diamond monograms on her jeans, fake breasts, and a Brazilian bikini wax. When she is taken under the wing of a publicity-addicted aging (thirty-one, that is) supermodel and a dipsomaniac socialite from a Park Avenue family, the old Pygmalion plot swings into action. Kennedy takes us briskly through this oversized, exuberant world, dispatching her heroine into the arms of a mogul boss in a series of wickedly maladroit sex scenes. The minor characters here are half the fun, like the ex-con “thug genius” whose latest hit has a chorus composed entirely of gunfire.
Sia Michel
… for any woman who could never get past a velvet rope, reading Bling is like stepping into a rap video with an armed bodyguard and a $5,000 Louis Vuitton Theda bag.
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Publishers Weekly
Hip-hop's sexed-up commercial side meets its gangsta roots in this sassy beach read debut. Eternal playboy Lamont Jackson is the larger-than-life head of hip-hop label Triple Large Entertainment, and Mimi Jean, a sexy, na ve 20-year-old with golden pipes, is his newest protege. Mimi's whirlwind life among New York's glitterati is paved with Lamont's money and guided with either love or malice by his many hangers-on, including wild child Lena, level-headed assistant Imani and height-challenged A&R rep Daryl. Mimi gets the makeover of her life in her rise to the top-a vocal coach, a new wardrobe and a boob job-as Lamont grooms his star. The label's gangsta-style rappers (Flo$$, Radickulys, MC Grimy, etc.) introduce a bit of badass into Mimi's glossy world. And it doesn't take long until Lamont and sweet little Mimi are burning up the sheets. The writing is pretty pedestrian, but who cares? Kennedy offers salacious details to spice up the already over-the-top premise. A firmer editorial hand could have chopped out a couple hundred pages and made the tale sleeker and just as lip-smacking. But then readers wouldn't get to play as many games of who's-really-who: was Lena inspired by Nicole Richie? Is Mimi Mariah Carey and Lamont Sonny Mottolla? Entertainment journalist Kennedy should find her own star rising with this urban fairy tale. Agent, Ira Silverberg. (July) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
It's no surprise that reading Kennedy's oversized first novel is akin to reading Us Weekly and In Style, since she writes about entertainment and fashion for both magazines. Unconventionally handsome and sexually insatiable, Lamont Jackson heads Triple Large Entertainment-the leading producer of hip-hop albums-but he wants to become president of Augusta Records by turning Mimi Jean, a small-town singer from Toledo, into a ghetto-girl and R&B star. The huge cast of characters includes rappers, hip-hop artists, and hangers-on. Dedicated shoppers will delight in the product placements, and those in the know will put together which character is modeled on which real-life famous person. Public libraries with celebrity magazine readers will want to purchase; those far from the world of hip-hop can probably wait and purchase for demand. [Kennedy was profiled in a recent New York Times story about African American chick lit.-Ed.]-Nancy Pearl, Washington Ctr. for the Book, Seattle Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Hip-hop heaven. That's where Mimi wants to be, among the gods and goddesses of black music, dating eight-figure niggas and living large. Growing up in Toledo, Ohio, without her Haitian father, who walked out long ago on her Italian-American mother, she knows she's not entirely black, but she's sure as hell not white either. Segue to New York, where Lamont Jackson, a hustling music producer thinks Mimi just might be the next big thing. He sets out to improve her image and get her noticed. Posh parties with thugillionaires get her face in the papers, but a pretty face isn't enough. Lamont's birthday present to Mimi: new boobs. Other big decisions loom: rhinestones on the fake fingernails or just French tips? Straight bleached-blond extensions or natural curls? Lamont oversees the process, glamming Mimi up big-time, though he insists that she dress like a Catholic schoolgirl after midnight, in short plaid skirt, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, and that she call him Daddy at climactic moments. Mimi, a practical gal, doesn't mind much. It saves time and gets her what she wants: lots of oral sex. She brags to her girlfriends, who gather regularly for gossipy, backstabbing shriekfests, that "Lamont eats her out with the ferocity of a famine victim presented with a steaming bowl of rice." But she's no fool, and it's clear these raunchy ways and constant couplings might not be a forever kind of love, so Mimi casts wayward looks at reclusive genius Gemini, another producer, who's holed up in a filthy mansion with his all-male posse. Could Gem be The One? Maybe-if one of his ubiquitous homies could be persuaded to change the sheets. A cast of thousands in ghetto-fabulous attire talk nonstop, dropdesigner names, and worry 'bout running red lights in they limos, but it don't add up to much in this dull first novel. Bling is just plain bland. Film rights to Miramax; first printing of 100,000; author tour. Agent: Tad Floridis/Donadio & Olson
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  • ISBN-13: 9781401352158
  • Publisher: Miramax Books
  • Publication date: 6/16/2004
  • Pages: 528

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Bling


By ERICA KENNEDY

MIRAMAX BOOKS

ERICA KENNEDY JOHNSON
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4013-5215-4


Chapter One

Excuse Me Miss

"'CAUSE WE AIN'T NOBODY," LaToya said. Lakeesha turned from peering out the window of the Chesterfield Hotel, annoyed because her question-"Why they got us staying in this bum-ass hotel?"-had been a rhetorical one. There was no view. Just another hotel across Thirty-seventh Street. And From what little she could see, the rooms over there were nicer. "I know," Keesha said. "But still ... we didn't even get a limo from the airport." "We didn't need a limo," Mimi said, busily straightening up. "They sent a car and it was fine." "Why are you cleaning up Kenny's room?" Keesha said, stretching out on the perfectly made bed. "Because I already finished with ours," Mimi said. "I can't just sit around, doing nothing, waiting for the phone to ring. It's driving me crazy." They were sharing the adjoining room but they were camped out here because their manager, Kenny Hill, would get the call-at the hotel since his cell-phone service had been interrupted for nonpayment-and they wanted to be there when he did. "Let's eat," Keesha said. "That'll give us something to do." She picked up the room service menu. "We can order food, right?" She frowned over at Toya. "They pay for that?" Last night after their audition at the Triple Large offices they had gone to Planet Hollywood for dinner, hoping to spot some celebrities, unaware that itwas a tourist trap populated by autographseekers like themselves where no celebrity would ever be caught dead. "I don't know," Toya said wearily. Keesha was always looking for a free meal, literally and figuratively, and it got under Toya's skin that she was so simpleminded. "You need to ask Kenny." "Where's he at anyway?" Keesha said. She twirled one of her long microbraids. "It don't take that long to buy a pack of Newports." Mimi didn't care about the low-budget accommodations or that there had been no limo yesterday. Keesha thought this whole trip was going to be like an episode of Making the Band-she was obsessed with that show! Kenny did nothing to dissuade her from thinking it was going to be limos, parties, and Cristal bottles popping, but why on earth would anyone do that for them? They were nobodies. But they had come here to change that. They'd all met at Performing Arts School of Toledo. They joked they were like TLC, whose CrazySexyCool album was one of their all-time favorites. Keesha, big-boned and equipped with a razor-sharp tongue, was the crazy component. Toya, a round-faced girl with a heart-warming smile and a degree of self-assurance that belied her years, was the cool. And Mimi ... well, she wasn't wild like Keesha and she didn't possess Toya's innate confidence, so sometimes she felt she got the sexy slot by default. No doubt, Mimi was pretty. Since she was a baby everyone had remarked on it. But in her usual baggy gear, sexy she was not. Tight jeans and midriff-baring tops invited attention, and as a biracial girl in a predominantly black school, she already stood out enough. All she'd ever wanted was to blend in. Her mother, Angela, was Italian, and Mimi couldn't remember her Haitian father. Jacques Bertrand had run out on Angela a year after their only child was born, and the annual birthday cards that had arrived (late) with no return address stopped arriving altogether after Mimi's eighth birthday. She kept the details of her home life to herself as she did most things, managing to pull straight As while dodging the taunts of "white girl" and "high-yellow heifer." As if she thought she was better than the other girls. Just like many of them, she was raised by an overworked single mother, she rode the bus to school from the bad side of town, and the clothes over which they ran a disapproving "you think you cute" eye were paid for by the after-school jobs she'd been juggling since she was fourteen. She never made her looks an issue, they did. Toya, however, was different. She made that clear only two months into freshman year, when Nichelle Griffin had stormed over to Mimi in the cafeteria and began to lay into her for coming on to her boyfriend (even though it had been Nichelle's wannabe teenage lothario who had been coming on to a completely uninterested Mimi). Toya, who Mimi knew only casually, had calmly looked over her shoulder from the next table and said, "You just mad because you wish you had that long hair. Go get yourself a weave and shut the hell up." Keesha, always spoiling for a fight of any kind, had jumped up to enter the fray but Nichelle had slunk away before she could. Toya, Keesha, and Mimi had been friends ever since. Later that year, their group was formed. They named it Heartsong. They debated endlessly about what kinds of songs they should sing, what kind of group they wanted to be. Keesha and Toya were into hip-hop. Mimi's tastes fell more on the soul side. She idolized those female artists whose songs stirred something inside her more than an urge to dance. Her mother had harbored dreams of being a singer way back when and music was the only constant in their unstable lives. From Aretha to Alanis Morissette, Sarah Vaughan to Sarah McLachlan, Mimi would close her eyes and try to mimic their every inflection, pretending she was them, not a girl from Toledo who wouldn't recognize her own father if she passed him on the street. That was how she got through performing onstage. She became someone else-whoever's song she was belting out. She was pretending to be Beyonce on the night they met Kenny at a local talent show; Heartsong had just won the top prize and three hundred dollars for their rousing rendition of "Bills, Bills, Bills," the Destiny's Child hit. A lanky dark-skinned man of thirty-four with droopy eyes and a seemingly permanent deposit of white crust in the corner of his mouth, Kenny Hill's name was one they recognized from flyers posted all over town. A part-time club promoter, he told them he knew every musician, nightclub owner, and DJ in Toledo. Which in retrospect, they realized, wasn't saying all that much. He proffered a business card that read simply "talent manager" and they didn't know to ask him for any credentials beyond the promises he made. He talked about getting them a record deal and he didn't ask them for money, and so it was that Kenny Hill became their manager. He had arranged for them to sing backup on demos at Wildside Studios in exchange for free studio time to record their own music. He kept telling them that he was setting up auditions with labels but nothing ever panned out. And they'd graduated high school two years ago! The day after they tossed their caps, Mimi's part-time job at the discount emporium Sav-Mart became full-time, Toya was doing hair at Black Roots (without a license), and Keesha wasn't doing much of anything except hanging out with her crazy-ass drug-dealer boyfriend. They'd finished their demo, using tracks Kenny bought from a local producer and singing generic R&B lyrics that Kenny had written himself. Kenny Hill-club promoter, talent manager, songwriter. Jack of all trades and master of none. When he finally got a callback from Triple Large Entertainment a week ago, he didn't tell the girls right away that they had a chance at a recording contract. Instead he'd gotten everything in order-wrangling four coach plane tickets to New York, two $99-per-night rooms at The Chesterfield-before he strolled into Wildside Studios and crowed triumphantly, "Pack your bags, girls. We're goin' to New York!"

CALL THE GIRL? Why did Lamont always have to be so dramatic? Daryl wanted to call the girl but he couldn't even remember the bitch's name! La-something. Lavonne? No, LaToya. Or maybe that was the other one. He'd already asked Lamont's assistant and the receptionist if they remembered the name of the "pretty one" because he couldn't find the group's bio and attached photo. With all the groups that had come through the office in the last few weeks, no one could remember a damn thing about any of them. Now Daryl rummaged through all the useless office memos on his desk in search of the package the manager had left with him the other day. Daryl's office was tiny. So was he. But what he lacked in size he more than made up for in self-aggrandizement. He was five foot five and three-quarters of an inch, but whenever anyone dared to question his height he'd pull out his driver's license. Bam! Five foot seven. People always took that as gospel, as if the DMV actually measured folks. His office would have felt larger if he'd cleared out the half dozen boxes of demos he was supposed to listen to as the A&R rep of Triple Large Entertainment. When he first got the gig he didn't even know what A&R stood for. "Artist and repertoire" he was told. He still didn't entirely understand, but he'd figured out he was expected to discover new artists and work on their development once they were signed. That he could do, although he really wanted to be a producer solely and forget the office bullshit. He rarely got around to assessing the volumes of material that found their way into the midtown office. Most artists who got signed had already made names for themselves on the street or were affiliated with an established hip-hop clique. The next big thing rarely arrived unannounced via the United States Postal Service. Nevertheless, Paul Mankewich, the label's V.P. of A&R, stayed on Daryl's ass about listening to every single submission. A strapping, floppy-haired white guy in his mid-thirties, Paul Mankewich made six figures and his own hours. He was nicknamed "Witchy" because he had successfully cultivated so many R&B and hip-hop acts at various record companies that people said he could work "black magic." Twenty-three-year-old Daryl didn't have an official title. He was usually called "the A&R guy," which he preferred to being called Witchy's assistant. Though affable to most, Witchy cracked the whip on his departmental subordinate-mostly, Daryl believed, as a form of insurance. If Witchy failed to meet his monthly beat-up-on-Daryl quota, Witchy was guaranteed to receive a few lashes from the HNIC himself, Lamont "Fat Man" Jackson. Daryl idolized and despised Fat Man with equal fervor. Some days he wished he were standing tall in Lamont's four-hundred-dollar shoes, making big moves and bigger bank. Other days he hoped Lamont Jackson would keel over and die from a massive coronary and spend all eternity rotting in hell. A few months ago, Fat Man had put out the call that they'd be branching out into R&B. They were hoping to find the next Destiny's Child. In the past two months, they'd seen twenty-seven groups. None of them got past their first song. After an audition two days ago of three white girls with varying degrees of pink hair who called themselves Shades, it was obvious Witchy was digging at the bottom of the barrel. Lamont had turned to Witchy and said, "Mr. Mankewich, why do I feel like I'm a judge on American Idol?" Daryl had fallen back on Lamont's sofa and laaaaaughed. It was a joy to see Witchy catching some flak for a change, but the most hysterical part was that Lamont was beginning to resemble the fat guy on the show. And then this group Heartsong-the worst fucking name!-had come in yesterday. Daryl had only listened to their demo as a favor to Meagan, Triple Large's certified hottie receptionist. She'd urged him to listen to it, saying the manager was a friend of her cousin's friend. "Oh well, I'll give it the VIP treatment right now!" Daryl had clowned. Like he cared. It was certain to be garbage, but if it brought him one small step toward getting some pussy from Meagan, it was worth a listen. And, what did you know, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Witchy was heated when he found out Daryl had flown them in without consulting him. One of the girls, the one with the long braids, had to be twenty pounds heavier than she'd been when the bio picture was taken. And the manager was annoying as hell! Daryl had to shove him out of Lamont's office as he tried to sell him on two other hip-hop acts he managed. The group's audition didn't seem to ignite much enthusiasm in Lamont although he didn't say that he straight-up hated them, which was his response to most of the twenty-seven who'd come before. This morning Lamont had called Daryl-at the crack of dawn-to say maybe they didn't need a group after all. Actually his first words were "Where the hell is Witchy?" Daryl rolled over, looked at the ungodly hour and yawned, "At home sleepin' maybe?" Lamont grunted his disapproval, then told Daryl he'd had a moment of revelation. He'd decided they needed just one girl. A solo artist. He wanted to meet with the lead singer of Heartsong. "The pretty one," he'd said. Daryl finally found the bio picture ticking out of a stack of magazines on the floor. Mimi. That was her name. He looked at his fake Rolex. Damn! It was already 4:15 and Lamont wanted her down there by 5:00. He picked up the phone and dialed the hotel. This chick could be his first discovery. And if a signing came out of this, he wouldn't let Witchy or Fat Man forget it.

Chapter Two

If I Ruled the World

LAMONT CLIMBED THE WINDING STAIRCASE to his home gym, thinking, Lamont Jackson, Chairman of Augusta Music. Had a nice ring to it. He'd be able to sell Triple Large to Augusta but he'd still retain control of the label he'd founded as well as run several others. How much would the deal reap? Sixty million? No, Triple Large was worth seventy-five at least. He stepped onto the treadmill and poked a few buttons. He usually worked out in the evening after coming home from the office and before going out for dinner and whatever else the night offered. But today he'd come home right after his lunch meeting with Irv. One of the perks of being a top dawg-you didn't have to account for your whereabouts to anyone. These workouts were often the only time he spent alone in an entire day. At the office he had his minions swarming around and his faithful assistant, Imani, hovering nearby. At night, out at the most exclusive clubs, his entourage was always surrounding him. When traveling in his Maybach or Suburban (money green, fully loaded), his driver, Carlos, was at the wheel. And when he finally fell asleep in this TriBeCa triplex, there was almost always a gorgeous babe in bed beside him. He had tried working out with a highly recommended personal trainer, but the guy had annoyed him and was fired after two sessions.

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

    Very Interesting!!

    This book had me laughing, it kept my attention throughout the whole book. At first I wasn't sure if I was going to like it, but I am so glad that i took the time to read this book. The main character reminded me of a certain Hip-Hop Mogul, I won't say who but if you read this book, I am sure you will come to the same conclusion as me; as to who this mogul could be!! Enjoy!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2007

    good!!!!!

    bling was a very good book and to understand it you need to learn how to read lit. but the book was a turn page, nail bitting, on edge of my bed with my eyebrowse up like i can see this turning into a movie! i enjoyed it. ....and im still waiting...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2007

    Pass on this trash!

    This book was very boring. I thought they hyped this book up too much, but despite the reviews I thought I would still give it a try. 'Thumbs Down' I got so tired of the beginning, that I started just skimming through the book only reading what I thought was the good parts. I've never done that with a book, and I read all the time. I usually finish a book, even if I don't enjoy it, this book I felt it was no point for me to even waste my time. Eventually about half way through I just put the book down, and gave up on it. It was just a horrible and unnecessarily long book about....Blah, Blah, Blah.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2007

    Loved It

    I loved this book... although at times it was confusing, I still recommend it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2006

    Bling without the Shine

    Overall I'd encourage anyone that has a desire to sing, rap, get into the music industry to read this book - it gives you a inside view - up close and personal. Personally is was a bit long winded and dry and it could have been less but with more of a BANG.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2006

    Loved It

    I loved the book. It was realy well written and I loved the musical aspect of it and how Ms. Kennedy had each chapter titled as a great hip hop song. I read it in five hours becuase I had to know what happened next. While it did get slow at some times, most of it was pretty interesting-and the epilogue tied up all loose points. For a firt time novelist the book could not have gotten any better and I expect Erica Kennedy's next book to be even better!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2006

    Mmm...It was alright

    It was alright! I finished the book in two days. Too many unnecessary characters and too many pages (it all could have been written in 250 pages! I thought Gemini was interesting character that should have been explored (more) maybe moreso than some of the rappers. Overall, passable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2006

    'Follow Your Heart'

    TO: Erica, I like the book caption.It kinda goes along with different characters love for jewelry.However, every book readers read are not going to their way.I like the little heated parts. Should have been more. Nonetheless,why didn't you end the book with MiMi and Lamont being together. I would have lovee that. Lena and Country D was a good match.Please continue to write for your many fans and non-fans.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2005

    Could've been better & Could've been worse

    The headline says it all. It took me a year to read this book also, just because I could not get into it. Everytime I stopped,I read two or three books before going back. It ended up being passable but not what I expected from all the hype. Ms. Kennedy has potential and hopefully she witll come with it next time around. Bottom line: Glad the library had it and I saved money.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2005

    Bling lacks the second Bling

    This bookwas good if you are desperate to get inside an industry party and see how its really done. The thing about the book is it shows how transparent people are when they have a lot of money. There is a lot of name dropping, which I thought unneccessary. But there were some high points. The book was good, don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't have paid 13.95 for it if I knew better. It also seems that to have so many pages, nothing really happens. The ending left me with mixed feelings, like her publishers were rushing her and she just had to give them soemthing. I did love the way she laid out the titles, though, that was dope. For her first book, its a great effort, but not worht half my nail money.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2005

    Bling

    This book dragged on and on and on between the middle and the end. At first I thought it would be juicy like a Jackie Collins' novel but Erica Kennedy struggled to complete the characters thoughts and the ending was wack. A def no no.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2005

    Bling

    'Big ups' to Erica Kennedy for Bling. I enjoyed this book. Bling is a comical satire that peeks into the superficial world of today's hip hop celebs (fiction and non-fiction) and how many people in the industry take themselves too seriously. Their lifestyles may look fabulous but sometimes it gets a a bit ridiculous. I would def recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2005

    not at all what i expected

    The book drags along, and never really picks up. I like to read 'page turners', and the only reason i read the WHOLE book is because i had to for my book club, otherwise i would have put it down b4 the 5th chapter!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2005

    dragged along but was good in the end

    I thought that bling had a lot of potential to be a great read but honestly it took me almost a year to read it. I am a fast reader so for me that is really terrible. The beginning was so boring that I just kept putting away and reading something else. It lack the drama, scandality and the 'toe is a toe' talk that I thought it would have. I liked the way how the story turned out in the end though. Erica Nice try on your first go round. 400+ pages were not needed. Next time you can learn from the mistakes you made with your first novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2005

    A good read but could have been better

    The book gave an interesting look into the hip-hop industry. However the drama was low-key. It's fiction so the author should have just ran with it. I mean come on, this is about the entertainment industry so there are millions of possible venues that could have been tapped into to keep it a bit more interesting. Good try for the first time out for Erica Kennedy but I suggest she read some of the best selling authors like EJD, and Bernice McFadden to get an idea of what keeps a story interesting and moving.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2005

    Not what I expected

    This was supposed to be a good read last summer. The book failed to hold my interest and the only reason I finished it was because I wanted to see what happened in the end. The author has what seems to be great writing ability this novel just was not a great debut.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2005

    It was okay.......

    It wasn't what I expected but it turned out to be a good book. It explains all details clearly and I think that Lena needs to get her act together.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2005

    Great book!!

    I really enjoyed reading Bling - I read it all within a 48 hour span because I couldnt put it down If you are at all interested in the hip-hop world, you would appreciate this book. The story of Mimi, a small town singer that blows up when she gets signed to a major label, is very interesting. She meets fun people along her way to the top and makes some serious personal image changes, as well as personal choices.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2005

    Bling Rings True

    I thought this book was very good it did read pretty fast I read it in 3 nights and that is only because it was over the holidays and I had to stop and entertain folks. The ending was not as exciting as the beginning or the middle of the book and I did not think the kid should have been killed, but all in all it was good I thought the character Mimi sounded like a mixture of Mariah Carey and Alicia Keys, Lamont Jackson's mom was definitely P diddy's mom. Erica Kennedy wrote this book from a real insiders persective.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2004

    Boring !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Erica Kennedy is a talented writer BUT this book was very BORING. She can not possibly compete with the competition !!!!! such as the very talented Michael Baisden, Carl Webber and Zane. Erica Kennedy needs to add much more drama to her books. I continuously stopped reading this book because it was slow and it lacked action and follow through. Maybe Erica should consider writing children¿s books. I want my money back !!!!!!!!!!

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