P. G. County

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In the sprawling homes and upscale townhouses of the exclusive, largely African American Prince George’s County, the lives of five women intersect–and the secrets, scandals, loves, and losses that ensue are par for the course where power, beauty, and wealth reside.

Barbara is the most influential woman in this swanky neighborhood, but she’s got her hands full–one hand is busy dealing with her husband’s wandering eye, while the other always needs a cocktail glass. Jolene is half ...

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In the sprawling homes and upscale townhouses of the exclusive, largely African American Prince George’s County, the lives of five women intersect–and the secrets, scandals, loves, and losses that ensue are par for the course where power, beauty, and wealth reside.

Barbara is the most influential woman in this swanky neighborhood, but she’s got her hands full–one hand is busy dealing with her husband’s wandering eye, while the other always needs a cocktail glass. Jolene is half of P.G. County’s number-two couple–and she desperately wants what she doesn’t have: namely Barbara’s husband. Pearl owns a hair salon and lives on the outskirts of the posh community with her son, Kenyatta. She’s not only juggling a growing business and a bad divorce, but now she’s has to cope with Kenyatta’s less-than-ideal girlfriend. Candice is white and liberal, but her daughter’s new beau tests her beliefs–and opens a can of worms she never knew existed. Lee is a runaway teen, a girl whose only connection to her father is an old photo and the belief that he’s well-off and waiting for her in . . .


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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“A big, dishy page-turner that will intrigue, amuse, and captivate.”
Author of A Love of My Own

“With P.G. County, Connie Briscoe has outdone herself. She has brought us lives that are too often ignored.”
Black Elegance magazine and Jones Media Network

“AN ENTERTAINING ROMP . . . THOROUGHLY AND DELIGHTFULLY ENJOYABLE . . . Briscoe paints a vivid picture of the haves, the have-nots, and the gonna-gets, as they mix and mingle in this social jambalaya. . . . [Her] quick wit and obvious love of language shine brightly in this twisted tale.”
Black Issues Book Review

Upscale magazine

“Engaging . . . Prince George’s County, Maryland, [is] one of the wealthiest enclaves in the U.S. and a breeding ground for juicy characters.”
Today’s Black Woman

“[P.G. County] bubbles over with enough dirty dealings to fuel a season’s worth of soap operas . . . Drama ensues for one and all.”
Honey magazine

“A comic satire . . . The lives of five very different women are dramatically revealed in a complex story of love, lust, and dirty secrets. . . . The author demonstrates consummate skill as she reels the characters into a hilarious denouement.”
Library Journal

“Entertaining . . . A gossipy tell-all that goes behind the scenes of suburban life to reveal the secrets of the inhabitants of Silver Lake . . . Briscoe uses her skill as a talented storyteller to deliver just the right touch of intrigue.”
Publishers Weekly

Andrea King Collier
Affairs and deceptions abound in this dynamic novel. Set in an affluent area of Prince Georges County, Maryland, the story opens on the morning of Bradford and Barbara Bentley's daughter's wedding. Just before the guests arrive, Bradford's negligee-clad mistress drives her car through the wedding tents in a jealous rage. If you ever watched Dynasty and wondered why there wasn't a story like that about African-Americans, then you'll love this book.
Publishers Weekly
Affluent African-Americans are the protagonists of this entertaining novel, a gossipy tell-all that goes behind the scenes of suburban life to reveal the secrets of the inhabitants of Silver Lake, an exclusive enclave of Prince George's County, a Washington, D.C., suburb. Through the eyes of five women, readers learn that even in this so-called exclusive community, residents are still fighting to be judged for who they are rather than what "class of society" they represent. Barbara, the grand dame of Silver Lake, is a recovering alcoholic married to Bradford Bently III, multimillionaire and womanizer. She's struggling to regain her self-confidence and to save her 30-year marriage. Jolene, married to hardworking Patrick, is a high-ranking civil servant blinded by revenge and greed and willing to do whatever it takes to move up the social ladder. Pearl, a divorc e, is a successful beauty-shop owner, living on the outskirts of the community. Candice is an aging white flower child, living with her second husband and two daughters and coming to grips with an old family secret that, if revealed, may tear her family apart. Lee, a runaway teenager, looking for a father who doesn't know she exists, comes to Silver Lake armed with one clue, the nickname Smokey. Though the story is a stereotypical smalltown drama, Briscoe (Sisters and Lovers) uses her skill as a talented storyteller to deliver just the right touch of intrigue. Author tour. (Sept.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Best-selling author Briscoe (Big Girls Don't Cry) presents a comic satire on the African American upper crust of Prince George County, MD. The lives of five very different women are dramatically revealed in a complex story of love, lust, and dirty secrets. Barbara's gorgeous husband, Bradford, is ready for another affair after his mistress drives her car into his daughter's wedding reception. Jolene is ready to add him to her first string of lovers, while her husband, Patrick, has just met Pearl, a woman he can really love. Pearl is Barbara's hairdresser and Kenyatta's mother. Kenyatta is in love with a white girl named Ashley, whose mother, Candice, is horrified. Then there's the mysterious Lee, running from a bad life toward an unknown sugar daddy in Prince George County. The author demonstrates consummate skill as she reels the characters into a hilarious denouement. Unfortunately, the wooden dialog and mannered speech ("Puh-lease!" and "I am so not hearing this") detract from the reader's delight in watching the rich and ridiculous expose themselves. Still, this book is worth a laugh at the beach. Recommended where Briscoe's books are popular. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 5/15/02.] Jennifer Baker, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Prince George's County, MD, adjacent to the nation's capital and one of America's most affluent majority African-American counties, is the backdrop to this novel. The main characters live in the exclusive, gated Silver Lake community. They include Barbara, the long-suffering wife of a womanizing self-made millionaire; Jolene, a sexy, materialistic government executive who seeks to replace her husband with a wealthier, more ambitious man; and Candice, a white, aging hippie whose daughter, Ashley, is dating Kenyatta, a young black man. Candice opposes her daughter's dating outside of her race, and Kenyatta's mother, a hardworking divorc e whose husband had abandoned them to marry a white woman, is equally against her son's choice. Lee is an abused, runaway teen whose life collides violently with the opulent world of Silver Lake in her desperate search for her father, whom she has never met. One subplot gives an unexpected 21st-century spin on the "tragic mulatto" literary theme of the early 20th century. Teens who have read James Weldon Johnson's The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man (Vintage, 1989) or Charles Chestnutt's "The Wife of His Youth" might find it interesting to compare the significance of racial identification explored in those works to its importance here. Fans of Terry McMillan and E. Lynn Harris will also enjoy this novel.-Joyce Fay Fletcher, Rippon Middle School, Prince William County, VA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Schemers and sluts in Prince George County. Anyone who can walk the walk and talk the talk can shine in the upscale black enclave of Maryland's Silver Lake. Long as they got the money or credit, that is-or so says Pearl, a hairdresser who struggled and saved for years to move into the neighborhood and get her son Kenyatta into the right schools. But now that Kenyatta's grown, he can't seem to get it together, and he's even dating a white girl, to Pearl's dismay. Well, worse things happen: Barbara, the alcoholic wife of self-made software millionaire Bradford Bentley III, swallows her pride and about a fifth of vodka every day because her husband cheats. At the moment, he's sneaking out to see Jolene, the ambitious, wayward daughter of a judge, who's looking to dump her cheapskate husband Patrick for someone richer. Back to Kenyatta's white girlfriend: her mother, Candice Jones, has been tracing her family's ancestry on the library microfiches and is aghast to discover that some were listed on old census records with a capital M on the line for race. As in mulatto. So she's not really white, and neither is her daughter! What's a card-carrying liberal like Candice going to do? Well, not announce the amazing news, that's for sure. Segue to the 'hood, where 16-year-old Lee runs away and becomes a prostitute after a brutal rape at the hands of her uncle Clive. Life on the streets soon palls, and her nasty pimp is threatening to beat her up. Lee, undaunted, has high hopes of finding her real daddy, and she has a clue: he lives in Silver Lake. All is resolved during a gun-waving finale at Jolene's posh party. Designer names and hackneyed plot can't liven up this tawdry, uninspired soaper fromthe author of Big Girls Don't Cry (1996), etc. Author tour
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345444134
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/30/2003
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 806,014
  • Product dimensions: 5.47 (w) x 8.17 (h) x 0.68 (d)

Meet the Author

Connie Briscoe

is the New York Times bestselling author of Big Girls Don’t Cry.

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Barbara Bentley was sweating profusely and it wasn't the shakes this time. She hadn't had a drink in years. This time it was that philandering husband of hers, Bradford Bentley III, slipping out of bed at the crack of dawn to run to his mistress. Honestly. The man had no shame when it came to his uncontrollable sexual urges.

She listened to him moving around in the bathroom--the toilet flushing, water running--and fumed under the bedcovers. Only seconds ago, she'd been tucked contentedly between her Egyptian cotton sheets, dreaming of the exquisite preparations for her daughter's upcoming wedding--of Beluga caviar and smoked salmon, of starched white tablecloths and lilacs and lilies. Then came the familiar bed tremor as her husband jolted her awake.

But she didn't utter a word. She had long since learned not to question the man who slept next to her each night about these things, unless she wanted to be thoroughly dressed down. And lied to. He'd give her his 'how dare you question me' look and tell her to quit whining. He was only going to play golf, to hang out with his buddies for a few hours, and hadn't he given her everything a woman could possibly want? They had a big beautiful house, a condo at Wintergreen ski resort and another in Nassau, a Jaguar and two Benzes in the driveway, a forty foot boat sitting on the Potomac, and country club membership.

But at fifty years of age, she now knew better than to be deceived by his sly diversions. She wasn't some wide-eyed young bride anymore, and he wasn't running off to hit any balls into little holes in green grass. No indeed. He was off to put his little pecker into a certain brown hole down theblock.

She threw the bedcovers off. She needed to cool down. Normally she would shrug it off, he'd done this for so long. But this was their daughter's wedding day. Didn't the man have even a shred of decency? Of propriety? Sympathy? Even for his daughter?

The bathroom door opened, and she lay there with her back turned away from him and fumed as she mentally ticked of the myriad tasks she had to complete--without benefit of her husband's help--before the guests arrived at their home that afternoon for the reception. She had a wedding planner to help out, of course, but Barbara trusted no one to completely handle this very important affair.

Only after she heard the bedroom door shut and her husband's footsteps on the stairs did she yank the silken mask from her eyes. Then she swung her feet over the edge of the bed and reached for the pack of Benson & Hedges sitting on her night stand.

"Men," she hissed under her breath as she lit up. Her husband was fifty-six years old. She wished he'd grow up and act it. She took a deep puff, then blew it out.

She went to the window, pulled the drapes open and looked out over the estate. It was a perfect June day with a beautiful blue sky. The edges of the white tent that had been erected on the lawn the previous day blew gently in the breeze. At least the weather was cooperating.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and decided to let Rebecca sleep a little longer. The wedding didn't start until two, and the future bride had probably been up late last night talking on the phone to her fiance. She needed her beauty rest for this special day.

Barbara had to admit to herself that she preferred it when Bradford wasn't around. As long as he handed over the green stuff whenever she needed it, she could get along just fine, thank you. Although lately he had started to nag her about how much the wedding was costing them. How much was this? And why do we need that?

Honestly, what did he expect? A proper wedding with three hundred guests took money, piles of it. As he often reminded her, they were the Bentleys of Silver Lake, one of the finest families in one of Prince George's County's grandest neighborhoods. He was founder and president of a multimillion dollar technology company, one of the most successful black-owned firms in the area, hell, in the United States of America. To quote him, they had worked long and hard to get all that they had. They had an image to uphold. Well, Mister Big Shot ought to know that they couldn't get away with a two-bit piddling wedding for their daughter.

The day Bradford struck it rich fifteen years ago when he landed that twenty-million-dollar software development contract, she'd promised herself that their two daughters would always have the finest of everything. Private schools, music lessons, beautiful dresses. And on their wedding days they would get a lot more than something like the little rinky-dink cafeteria-style reception in the church hall that she and Bradford had down in Smithfield, Virginia. That was all her aunt could afford for her, but now Barbara could afford the world for her daughters. And they would have it.

When she was twelve, her daddy took off for good--flat out disappeared. Her mother tried hard to raise her only child on her own. But it was tough for a single black woman in rural Virginia back in the 1960s. Her mother lost job after job, and pretty soon she took to drinking and welfare. Within a couple years after her daddy left, they lost the house, then the car, and Barbara became the poorest girl in school. 'Barbara the bag lady,' they called her, as her dresses became more tattered by the day.

You so po', yo' mama make you wish sandwiches for lunch, two slices of bread and wish you had some meat.

Ha, ha, ha.

Where your daddy, bastard child?

That was how she learned her parents were never married. And in the sixties it was still something to be ashamed of, especially in Smithfield, Virginia.

Barbara came home from school on her fifteenth birthday, walked into their tiny one-bedroom apartment, and found her mama dead on the couch. An empty bottle of Boone's Farm lay nearby on the floor.

Her mother's sister whisked her off, and her living standards jumped up a notch or two. But Aunt Gladys took every chance she got to trash Barbara's "no-good daddy." Aunt Gladys's favorite saying was "most men are dogs, the rest are boring as hell." Aunt Gladys's husband mostly sat in the living room watching t.v. when he came home from work. He was considered one of the boring ones.

Aunt Gladys thought Bradford was one of the dogs, and she was dead set against their marriage. She suspected that beneath all the Southern charm oozing from the pores of Bradford Bentley III was a cold and distant man. Barbara had long since come to realize that her aunt's sentiments about Bradford weren't entirely untrue. He was a dog at times.

But he could also be kind and generous with her and the girls. He rarely denied them anything. And she and Bradford had a lot more in common than many people realized. Everyone seemed to think that Bradford came from a prestigious Southern family, that he was born into money because he was so polished and charming. But he was from Smithfield, and his folks were pure country just like hers.

His parents had stayed together, and that made Bradford's life a little easier. And instead of fleeing as her daddy had, Bradford's dad stayed in Smithfield. But he worked in the factories all his life and died penniless and mad at the world. To this very day, Bradford's mother still lived in the same house with one of Bradford's sisters.

Bradford rarely visited them or talked about them. He seemed to have this need to run as far and fast as he could from his humble beginnings, and he had done a good job of leaving all signs of his past behind. They both had. Although she still visited her aunt regularly, she didn't keep in touch with anyone else from Smithfield.

If those snotty-nosed country kids down there could see her now, in her fine stone-and-stucco, Spanish-tile roof, seven-bedroom, eight-bathroom house, they'd be shocked. She had a housekeeper who came every damn day except Sunday. She got manicures and pedicures weekly. She was a long, long way from being 'Barbara, the bag lady.'

She stood up and put her cigarette out. That was enough daydreaming. She had a busy day ahead of her. The aroma of fresh Jamaican coffee drifted up the stairs, and that meant Phyllis, her housekeeper, had arrived. Thank goodness. A hit of caffeine was just what she needed to charge her fifty-year-old batteries for this long day.

Not that she looked her age. No way. She exercised and she gardened, in a climate-controlled green house, of course. She took care of herself. She was still a slim size eight, one size bigger than the day she got married. People often thought she was in her late thirties. No bag lady, this. Not Barbara Anne Bentley.

She looked down at the ashtray. If only she could get rid of that nasty habit. Her complexion was starting to dry out from the cigarettes. But dammit, considering all that Bradford had put her through over the years, she was entitled to a crutch.

She opened the night-stand drawer for a fresh pack to go with her morning coffee, then paused and stared at the bottle of Belvedere vodka in back of the drawer. It looked so tempting, she nearly smacked her lips. She normally opened this drawer several times a day without even noticing the bottle. It had been sitting there for two years now as a pointed reminder of the dark days behind her. She could hear Bradford's voice now, taunting her, ridiculing her whenever he smelled alcohol on her. Like mama, like daughter, he would hiss under his breath.

With the big day ahead and Bradford acting the usual horny, selfish fool, she couldn't be blamed for being tempted. But she was beyond that now. She slammed the drawer shut.

She slipped her feet into satin slippers, tossed her silk floor-length bathrobe across her shoulders, and lit up with her eighteen-carat gold cigarette lighter as she followed the scent of coffee down a long hallway to the stairs. Thank God for Jamaican Blue Mountain and housekeepers.


Oh, yeah . . . baby, that's it. Ooh. Oh, yes!"

Jolene had trouble believing that was her own voice making those lewd noises. Especially after she promised herself never to let this man touch her again until he left his wife. After all, she was ready to leave her husband for him. Why couldn't he do the same for her?

Now here she was barely a week later, leaning up against a stud in the frame of her half-finished house, with her denim Versace skirt hiked up above her ass and her Manolo Blahnik mules strewn across the wood subfloor, while Terrence rammed it up. She dug her three-inch red nails into his back. "Oh . . . yes, yes, yes!"

So much for promises.

Terrence moaned, stiffened, relaxed, then let her go. They both huffed and puffed as they sank down to the subfloor to catch their breath. It was the middle of June and the house had no air conditioning, didn't even have a roof yet. She watched as Terrence stretched his tall, perfect body out on the floor, then leaned her back against a wall stud and shut her eyes.

You silly girl. Letting him get away with this crap, again. Not even this rich hunk of an architect was worth getting your heart broken over. This was it, the absolute last time until he agreed to leave his wife. She was worth more than an occasional screw on the fly.

She shifted onto her knees and crawled across the floor for her shoes while thinking how best to tell him. She was tempted to give it to him straight--me or her, now or never.

"Not bad for a thirty-six-year-old broad," Terrence teased, smacking her on the buttock playfully. Jolene slapped his hand away, a little harder than intended.

"Whoa. I'm only kidding, sugar pie," he said. "You have a beautiful body. That ass, those boobs, those legs. Mmm-umph!" He touched his lips with the tips of his fingers and made a kissing sound. "You do it to me every time we get together."

"I could do it every night if you'd leave your wife," she retorted. "Every morning, too." She looked at him pointedly as he nodded without comment and reached across the floor for his undershirt. That's right, she thought. You know where this conversation is heading, don't you, sweetie? And now you're gonna duck and run.

Her eyes followed him as stood and zipped his slacks. The sight of him standing there above her, his honey-toned muscles gleaming against a sleeveless white undershirt, was enough to tempt her to say the hell with this crap about his wife and pull him back down on top of her. Terrence Johnson was the sexiest man she'd ever slept with. And as part owner of an architectural firm, he was also the most successful. She loved a take-charge, go-get-'em kind of man. So unlike her husband. But she wanted all of this hunk, not just these quickies on the sly. She wanted to be the architect's wife.

She stood up, moved within inches of him, placed her hands on her hips, and turned on her sexiest smile. "Don't you want to be with me, sweetie?" she purred.

He squeezed her arms gently. "You know I do, sugar. But you also know how I feel about leaving my wife before my boys grow up. I have to put them first."

Jolene sighed. "I know your boys are important to you. But it'll be three more years before your youngest goes to college. Kids are stronger about these things than you realize. Hell. You think I'd take Juliette away from her dad if I thought she couldn't handle it?"

He stepped back. "Your situation is different from mine. My . . ."

"How?" Jolene interrupted. "We're both married with teenagers. Both in rotten marriages, I should add. But we love each other, sweetie. Right?"

He sighed. "Yeah, sugar, but . . ."

"Then what's stopping us? Huh?" She knew she was pouting, whining even, but she couldn't help it. She just didn't understand why Terrence wouldn't leave that lame wife of his if he wasn't in love with her. The woman was all wrong for him. She had supposedly attended Spelman College in Atlanta and her father was a doctor. But from what Jolene had heard, she was a mealy-mouthed, plain-ass Jane who took little interest in her husband's career. Terrence was a top-flight architect and a business owner. He needed a strong woman to help him shine. He needed her.

Copyright 2002 by Connie Briscoe
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Interviews & Essays

Q & A with Connie Briscoe
A Conversation with Connie Briscoe, bestselling author of Sisters & Lovers and P.G. COUNTY

PG County is a definite departure from your last book A LONG WAY HOME since it could be considered historical fiction. What inspired you to return to your contemporary commercial fiction roots?

After researching and writing about slavery for A Long Way From Home, I really needed to work on something light and uplifting, something fun.

Rumor has it that your research included a move to a new house in Prince George's County. How does your real life compare to your characters, Barbara, Jolene and Pearl?

I live in Howard County--which is next to Prince George's--in a semi-rural area. Our life here is wonderfully serene and routine. That's why I love working with characters like Jolene and Barbara. They allow me to step completely out of my own character.

Mark Twain once said: "In Boston they ask 'What do you know?', in New York it's 'How much do you make?' and in Philadelphia its 'Who were your parents?'." What do you think folks in PG County would ask upon introduction?

In Prince George's County it would probably be something like "Who Do You Know?" or "Do You Know So-and-So?" Many residents are transplants from Washington, D.C. The families have been in the D.C. metro area for generations, and we're always running into someone who knows someone....That's probably why even though Prince George's is a fairly big, populous county it sometimes feels like a small town.

Jolene is obsessed with improving both her wealth and standing inthe community, much to the detriment of her marriage. As you know our tag line for this book is: " Welcome to PG COUNTY: Where having it all isn't enough." Can you talk about "having it all " and what it means for your characters?

I think a lot of people in middle- and upper-middle class suburban communities are extremely status conscious. Keeping up with the Jones's can become an obsession, especially if you're new to the lifestyle as Barbara and a lot of African Americans are. The status symbols such as the big, new Mercedes Benz or the Mini-Mansion show that "you've arrived"--finally.

Some of the women in the book are serious fashion divas who were "born to shop" while others are content to be everyday gals. Can you tell us your thoughts about the pressures in our society for women to both be "beautiful" and "Keep up with the Jones"?

Yes, there is far more pressure on women than on men to look good. How many men do you know who won't step outside without putting their makeup on? Unfortunately, many women are like that. I was at one time, too, so I can understand someone like Jolene. But I grew out of it. Don't get me wrong. Getting dressed up can be fun. I love clothes, especially shoes. Every girl should have a pair of Manolo Blahniks even if she has to save for months. But with my casual lifestyle now as a writer and mom, you'll usually find me in a pair of faded jeans or shorts and some beat-up Birkenstocks. If I get dressed up it's because I'm in the mood to do that, not because I feel I have to.

The character of the runaway Leigh is so lost and troubled--what are the lessons you hoped young people would take away from her story?

Lee represents the other side of African-American life in Prince George's County. For every one of us living in a nice, big house with two or three cars in the driveway, there are many more out there who are still struggling. We get wrapped up in acquiring the next status symbol and sometimes forget that. Then someone like Lee comes along--even if only in a news report--and reminds us how far we've come but also how far we have to go.

Jolene is so flamboyant and outrageous, did you have a role-model for creating her character?

Yes--Alexis Carrington of the T.V. series Dynasty. She was a scream.

Although you have touched upon some serious issues in PG County, overall the tone is so fun and gossipy that it is already being compared to a modern day Peyton Place. Can we expect a sequel?

I'm already plotting new schemes for Jolene and trying to decide if Barbara should dump Brandon. Should Pearl hook up with Patrick? Should Kenyatta and Ashley get married? Lee will definitely hang around Silver Lake since she provides so many opportunities to create conflict.
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  • Posted December 29, 2010

    great book

    i read this book years ago and still remember how great it is. i love black rich people drama!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 24, 2010

    great book


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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2014


    Thank you nook for leting me read this nice and loving book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2011

    This is awful!!

    I cannot believe I wasted two days of my life reading this for my book club. The characters are poorly developed, and the plot is corny. I cannot believe so many women from my book club loved this book. I would not recommend this book to anyone. Save your money.

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  • Posted March 28, 2011

    An absolutely fabulous and intense read

    a salacious and provocative story about the lives lies lusts loves and money of the black and bourgeouis in PG County. I was pulled in and couldn't put it down. You will not be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2008

    Not good

    The story and the plot was forgettable. There was nothing about this book that I enjoyed which was surprising because I really enjoyed Big girls don't cry and sisters and Lovers. This book lacked the emotional content and description that draws you in and makes you feel like you are apart of the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2005

    Silver Lakes

    I throughtly enjoyed this book, it was an easy read - filled with explosive details to knock you off your feet.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2005

    Sister to Sister Book Club

    The book club was a little disappointed with this read. A couple of the members stated her other books are much better. Not enough character development and the story lines were typical.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2005

    PAGE TURNER!!!!!!!


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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2005

    Nice sizzler to read

    I picked this book to read of Briscoe before I read 'Can't Get Enough' and I must say the scenery in PG county is very factual, the places and such. The characters you can relate to many of them, it was a good read to me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2005

    Very realistic

    As a residence of Prince George's County, MD, this book tells it all. All of the locations are real, and these different events happen frequently in our neighborhoods. The names are just fictitious for legal reasons.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2005

    Fast, fun read

    I read this book while being cooped up in the house due to winter weather. It's an enjoyable, light, dishy novel. Nothing earth shattering, but entertaining nonetheless. Some of the characters reminded me of people I know.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2004

    soooo good!!!!!!

    I found this book to be very interesting, it held my attention to the point i could not put it down,everyone in my office read this book and enjoyed, it was the talk of talk in the lunchroom....we are eagerly awaiting the sequel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2005

    Doesn't compare with the others

    I was thoroughly disappointed with this book. I loved Big Girl's Don't Cry so much! I agree that there were too many characters. I also think the 'issues' that they had were not that interesting. Pretty much every day life to me. It was a quick and dissapointing read. Connie I know you can do better!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2004


    This book was ok her other books have been better, also some of the characters could had been eliminated

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2004


    I just finished the book this afternoon. I couldn't put it down. Would recommend in a heartbeat.

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    Posted June 9, 2004



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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2003

    Too much going on!

    Too many characters...not enough history into their past to let the readers know what made them tick...One or two characters could have been eliminated to narrow the focus more on the main ones...I found myself not caring after a while about certain characters or the ending!As a former resident of Howard county the characters are not far from reality!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2003

    Need a part 2 to this book

    I really enjoyed reading this book. I didn't want to put it down just wanted to keep reading and reading. I just wish the author of this book went on and tell what what happen to each person. the ending would have been better and I would have been really happy.overall the book was great and hope to see number 2 one day.. Peace....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2003

    HU reader from MD

    I live not that far from PG County and as soon as I opened the book, I had a mental picture of what I thought Silver Lake looked like: Lake Arbor, an upscale PG community. I started the book on the 4th of July and ended it the same day; needless to say, I couldn't put it down. It was a really good book, with plenty of characters to love and hate. I hope a sequel is in the works because a lot of storylines left somewhat 'undone'. It's an overall 'good-read'.

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