Hot Girl

Hot Girl

by Dream Jordan

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ISBN-13: 9780312382841
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 11/11/2008
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 224
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.70(d)
Lexile: HL660L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 16 Years

About the Author

Dream Jordan is a native of Brooklyn, New York. She graduated magna cum laude from New York University with a bachelor of arts in creative writing. In her spare time, she visits schools to give talks promoting self-awareness and the value of education.

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CHAPTER 1

The hot July sun beamed down on me, but I was in no mood to beam back. The scorching heat had baked the bleachers to a hundred degrees, and my backside was on fire. Talk about having a hot booty for all the wrong reasons. If I could afford a pair of breezy capris, I'd be sporting them instead of these shabby short-shorts; right about now, my big old thighs were getting fried like chicken. Not cool. Not cool at all.

It was bad enough this basketball game already had me heated. Instead of popping my collar with pride, I was asking, Why? What was the matter with Charles's game? See, in the beginning, I sat cozy in my front-row seat watching my baby put Crown Heights to shame. Again and again, he glided effortlessly across the concrete, danced his way to the baseline, jumped up to the sky, and then swishhhh, the ball was in there. In there every time. Then all of a sudden — blip — Charles started losing steam, missing shots galore.

Where, oh where, did my baby's skills go?

But hold up. Wait a minute. Let me keep it real. Charles is not my baby. He's just my homeboy, my dream boy, someone I've known since the second grade and started secretly crushing on in the eighth. And to be honest, I wouldn't know what to do with Charles if he fell into my lap ... I never even had a boyfriend before.

Still, Charles was the main reason I stayed glued to my seat. He's a picture of loveliness you just can't turn away from. Soaring six feet tall, covered in the creamiest dark brown skin — how could I not stay benched in order to make goo-goo eyes at him?

But the problem with his game remained. Charles was now hogging the ball without making a single hoop. I was so disappointed, I was tempted to leap from my seat, snatch the rock, and land a couple of wicked jump shots my dang self. This was one of the hottest games of the summer, seemed like everybody from the Stuy was present, and I wanted Charles to handle the court like I knew he could. Around the way, Charles is known as the shot-blocker, always ready, never scared, commanding the court like a king. But today, he was playing like a court jester, straight-up clowning himself.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I yelled between cupped hands, "Yo, Charlie, what are you waiting for? Don't hold the ball. Dunk it like a doughnut!"

I was alone at this game, and yelling crazy with the rest of the crowd. That's how I get down when it comes to basketball. I get amped and rowdy, yes sir.

As Charles dribbled up to the net, I leaned forward in anticipation, counting on him to score. Instead, he passed the ball to a clumsy teammate who ended up missing the shot. I was ready to yell at him again, when a girl sitting one row behind me suddenly shouted to her friend, "Yo, check out this trick coming our way."

"Good lawd, she's lookin' mighty stink in pink!"

"Yeah, homegirl must shop at Sluts-Are-Us." They busted into a fit of loud laughter, sounding like a pair of goofy hyenas.

Tired of watching Charles foul and fumble, I twisted around to sneak a peek at these girls. Both broads were light-skinned, their heads done up in braids, and their necks twisted to the far right. I looked to my right, and — boom! — I spotted their target: a golden-brown model-thin bombshell cutting across the basketball court. She was decked to the nines in a super-tight pink terry cloth jumpsuit, and her long shiny hair was flowing in the wind. A pair of black dazzling sunglasses hid half her face, and to complete her luxurious look, a deluxe tan Gucci tote bag hung from her right shoulder, although it looked kinda flat, like she wasn't carrying anything inside. Ms. Thing resembled a hoochied-up high-fashion model, so I decided to give her the nickname Gucci Girl.

I'm quick to give somebody a nickname; it's just something I do. Like, my real name's Kate, but I secretly call myself Diamond. Why? First of all, because I'm hard as a rock, my skin dark as coal, and I'm as cool as ice ... Well, at least I try to be cool. Most of all, I dig the name Diamond because my real name is straight-up corny for a girl from the hood ... But it's the name I was given by my deadbeat parents, so oh well, whatever, just call me Kate.

Gucci Girl slowly made her way across the court, tossing her long hair, switching her booty so hard, I thought her hip bones would break. The bounce in her step was determined, like she was trying to prove something to somebody. What did she have to prove? Fly as can be? Don't ask me. Shucks, if I dared walk next to her wearing my shabby gear, onlookers would've sworn I was a bum begging homegirl for a handout.

I was in a sorry state. And the sad thing? No matter how many times I try to come across like a million bucks, I come rolling out the house looking like a million wooden nickels. But what could I do? I'd landed on the Johnsons' doorstep resembling a rag doll, and based on my first shopping spree with my foster mother, Lynn, it seemed like I would stay looking raggedy.

From the jump, my clothing situation was all jacked up. After being removed from yet another nightmarish foster home, I wound up in a temporary group home, where most of my clothes had gotten stolen.

As soon as Lynn and Ted received me, Lynn pounced on my emergency clothing allowance. "We're going shopping," she had announced in a loud official voice. Now I thought I was grown enough to take myself shopping. But oh well, I guess I thought wrong.

On shopping day, however, my head was all gassed up. After Lynn's big production over my clothing predicament, I just knew we'd swagger through Macy's, with me picking out this fly shirt and those fabulous jeans. But nope, as soon as we got off the A train in downtown Brooklyn, I found myself stomping through a no-name store filled with no-name clothes, and the clothes were so tacky and cheap-looking, I wanted to cry. Lynn aimed straight for all the clearance sections, racking up three pairs of blah-blah baggy jeans, two pairs of nameless shorts, five plain-Jane Tshirts, and a bag of white giant grandma underwear. I almost got me a new pair of sneakers — until I made the mistake of opening my big fat mouth. "But these are rejects," I said, frowning at the wannabe-leather white frights. (Reject sneakers are way more obvious than reject clothing, feel me?)

Lynn stared at me with her big bubble eyes and said, "Okay, they're rejects, and?"

"And they're not cute," I explained. "I'll get clowned on."

"By who?" Lynn demanded.

"Kids around the way ... kids at school —"

"Do these kids put any food in your mouth?"

"No."

"Do these kids put a roof over your head?"

"No."

"Okay, now do you see my point?"

"Yes," I lied. But no, I did not see her point. All I could see were kids pointing and laughing at me if I rocked those cornball sneakers on my feet. Lynn must've sensed I was lying, because she raised one eyebrow and glared at me for what felt like an hour. Without saying a word, she yanked the sneakers from my shopping basket and placed them back on the shelf.

"What happened?" I asked in disbelief.

"How about you get no new sneakers and keep the raggedy pair you have on," Lynn explained. "Bet that'll teach you not to worry about what other people say. See, you're going to learn to think differently while living in my home."

"I'm sorry," I said, hoping she'd change her mind and buy me a different pair.

Lynn just looked at me with one raised eyebrow and shrugged. "It's too late for sorry."

It took all of my might not to roll my eyes at her. Instead, I looked off into the distance, dreaming of a better day.

Man, I was pissed — but I wasn't surprised. First of all, Lynn was decked out in rejects, too, looking like corn on the cob in her long drabby yellow skirt, and her whack-as-ever hairstyle — I'm saying, who wears a part in the middle of their head in the twenty-first century? So I could see how she felt justified considering her lack of fashion taste.

Second of all, I had already been warned about how Lynn gets down by my social worker, Ms. Tisha Adams, best lady in my life. Before I stepped foot inside the Johnson household, Tisha had prepped me like I was about to go into the ring. "Don't let Lynn scare you," Tisha warned. "She's really soft on the inside, but comes off hard, and comes out fighting. You just have to get used to her."

Well ... it's been close to six months now in the Johnson household, and so far, I've been okay. Ted is crazy cool. I'm getting used to crazy Lynn. And I just have to make the best out of my situation. My parents voluntarily terminated their parental rights when I was one years old; they aren't coming back for me. I don't know who, what, when, where they are ... and I don't have any other family members coming forward. So all I can do now is lay low in the Johnson household. At least here I get fed. Got a roof over my head. I don't get hit. Guess I really don't need to be dolled up in order to survive.

Clearly, Gucci Girl's heart was beating solely for fashion. Seemed like she couldn't live without radiating style and flash. Her fierce sexy strut was killing all the boys sitting in my row, and the females were gasping for breath too, examining homegirl harder than an algebra test. I swear the game almost came to a complete stop upon Gucci Girl's grand arrival.

"Charles, don't look"! That's what I wanted to scream. Nevertheless, Gucci Girl was gangster enough to hijack everybody's attention — including Charles's. So what could I do? I couldn't blame her; I couldn't hate. If you have it like that, you need to rock it like that. Trust, if I had it like that, I would be rocking it fierce and lovely too.

Of all places to sit, Gucci Girl chose to squeeze in right next to me. Who needed this extra body heat? And the minute she sat down, the jealous broads behind us huffed an extra loud, "Oh buh-rutha!" Gucci Girl wisely played deaf.

I watched her from the side of my eye. She slowly removed her sunglasses, stuffed them inside her bag, and daintily dug for something else, but came up empty-handed. A split-second later, she caught me off guard by leaning over and jabbing me with her elbow. "Excuse me, you got a loosey?" she asked, staring at me wide-eyed. She had the hazel eyes of a black cat. They glowed in the sun.

Hmm, this girl had a lot of nerve jabbing me like she knew me. You don't know me. Don't touch me. I have trust issues, okay? But I remained cool.

Poor Ms. Gucci's right leg was moving a mile a minute, like she was having a serious nicotine fit. I felt kinda bad for her. "Sorry, don't smoke anymore," I explained.

Between me and you, I'm so glad I quit smoking. Never did like the taste of it. I did like the coolness I felt, though, lighting up with the older girls from my old group home. We used to sit in the park, smoking and joking till curfew. These girls rode around in fancy whips, rocked fabulous clothes, smoked weed, and got drunk. I used to feel so privileged smoking with them ... Well, not exactly smoking. As everybody inhaled and exhaled every few seconds, I took one or two puffs, then held the cig in my hand, trying to look smooth as I let it burn down to the butt. When I left that group home, I left my bad habit there too. Saved me some money and the threat of yellow teeth.

Gucci Girl rolled her eyes to the blue sky. "Got gum?"

I shook my head, and again she ho-hummed.

As I sat, wondering why this chick was treating me like a convenience store, she hit me up with another request. "The time?"

I extended my bare wrists to show her — no watch. That's when she exploded into singsong laughter, showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.

I politely chuckled with her. Then I got to wondering how on earth a desperate smoker could have such perfectly white teeth. As a matter of fact, everything about this girl was practically perfect: her perfect jewel-like teeth, her perfect pretty-in-pink jumpsuit, and her perfect sparkling-white Air Jordans, twinkling and glistening, like they'd just been pulled out of the box. How could she dress all fresh and act a hot mess? I mean really, stop begging!

"My bad, I should've come prepared," Gucci Girl suddenly said, as if reading my thoughts. Then she covered her mouth, "I just hope my breath ain't kicking. You know I need fresh breath for my boo."

Boo who? Gucci Girl was acting so familiar with me, as if we had met ten years ago instead of ten minutes. I wasn't used to girls (especially girls who looked like her) coming at me so strong. Look, I'm hard. She's soft. I had on dry clothes. She had on fizzy-fly clothes. I mean, I felt flattered by her attention, but I was still confused.

I had to find out where this girl's head was at. I waited a few seconds, and then asked, "Who are you rooting for?"

"Okay, see the dude in the blue T-shirt?" Gucci Girl pointed a long pink fingernail in Charles's direction. My stomach dipped down to my raggedy sneakers. I wanted to cry. Of all the guys! "Um, Charles invited you here?" I asked.

"Oh ... you know Charles too?" asked Gucci Girl.

"Who doesn't know Charles?"

"Yeah, that's true, he is the man." Gucci Girl smiled, more to herself than me. Then she explained, "But I'm talking about the dude in the light-blue tee, behind Charles ... See him?"

"Okay, I see him," I said with a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, that's my boo, Finesse. He practically begged me to come to this game. Ain't he fine?"

"Indeed," I agreed. Finesse did look good. He was super-tall, had velvety dark brown skin, and wore his shorts down low, just like my baby. I never noticed this cutie pie before. Matter of fact, I was just getting started with this boy-watching business, and Charles was my main focus right now.

Out of the blue, Gucci Girl patted my leg. "Girl, let me tell you, if I wasn't here for Finesse? I'd surely be trying to holler at Charles, okay?"

"Oh, for real?" I said, hoping she couldn't feel me trembling beside her.

"Mm, Charles could definitely get it." Gucci Girl greedily licked her lips. "He's looking good enough to eat, okay?"

"You better back up, broad!" Well, that's what I wanted to say. Instead, I said, "Yeah, Charles is cute." There was no way I was going to let Gucci Girl know about my crush. Revealing crushes has a way of backfiring. Usually, once you like a dude, he suddenly becomes very interesting to your homegirl. I mean, I never had to worry about my best friend, Felicia. But this flamboyant chick? Couldn't trust her at all.

Suddenly, she playfully pushed my arm and said, "I don't even believe you think Charles is just cute. That boy is not cute — he's fine! Matter of fact, I was in his class, but he —"

"Say what?" I interrupted in disbelief. "You went to P.S. 342?"

Gucci Girl ran her fingers through her shiny hair like a movie star and said, "Yeah ... but I came in at the end of February. I just moved here from Maryland and got thrown straight into Charles's class. Let me tell you, all the girls were on his jock. He had a different girl in his face every week. I didn't even try to compete."

I tilted my head and stared at Ms. Gucci for a full minute, then said, "I swear you had to be hiding in a locker somewhere, 'cause I surely don't remember seeing you." Surely I would've noticed a fabulous chick like Gucci Girl switching her butt around my junior high school.

"Well, I remember seeing you ... skipping in the hallways with this tall doofy-looking chick."

"Don't dis," I said. "My homegirl ain't doofy."

Seeing the sudden scowl on my face, Gucci Girl flipped the script back to Charles. "Well, Charles never paid me no mind in class. He didn't even know I existed. But I changed a whole lot since the summer started. Bet he'll notice me now." Gucci Girl winked at me.

I didn't appreciate the wink. Didn't appreciate her sly grin. I had to change the subject before I got myself all worked up. "Anyway, I was asking which team you want to win."

"Oh, I'm rooting for Finesse ... whatever team he's on."

"Okay," I said, disappointed. Gucci Girl was rooting for the wrong team: Crown Heights. And now I knew exactly where her head was at: up Finesse's butt. True enough, I was mainly here for Charles and sweating him just as hard — but dang, at least I cared about my baby's team!

(Continues…)



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Hot Girl 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
KLBCHOICES More than 1 year ago
Kate (aka Diamond) grew up in the foster care system. Her parents gave her up when she was one year old and she was moved from one place to the next - not treated right in most of them, ran away from some. She went from an innocent little girl who just wanted to be loved to a girl full of so much anger she joined a gang to a level-headed young lady, still a bit angry but keeping that anger under control whenever possible so she could get through her days with no drama. Her new attitude was thanks to Felicia. Felicia was Kate's math tutor at first and because Felicia saw the good in her and helped her to see her potential, they became best friends. It was summertime, Felicia wasn't around and Kate was really missing her. Then here comes Naleejah. Kate wasn't looking to replace Felicia as her best friend - no one else could possibly do that; they were way too close. But it was good to have someone else to do things with while Felicia was away. Kate was a friend to Naleejah, fighting her battles and whatnot, but Naleejah had no clue how to be a friend to Kate. This promiscuous girl had her eyes on Charles, a guy Kate had known since grade school and started crushing on in eighth grade. Naleejah also wasn't the best person for Kate to be around if she wanted to stay focused on becoming a better person. Naleejah did help Kate change her outer appearance from tomboy to "hot girl" but other than that she was not a good influence. Kate did have good foster parents who truly cared about her, but with all she'd been through in her young life it took her a while to figure that out; she had trust issues. She was also blessed to have her social worker, Tisha, on her side. Like Felicia, Tisha encouraged Kate to want more out of life. She looked out for Kate and always had her best interests in mind. This was a good book; a real page turner! Although things that Kate went through as a foster child saddened me, I enjoyed reading her story and the way she told it was so entertaining. I liked the way she talked. I liked that she had a whole lot of common sense. I liked how she was trying so hard to do the right thing. True, she made bad choices sometimes, couldn't quite resist temptation, but she learned from her mistakes. I liked the way she spoke up for herself, and I loved her spunk! Hot Girl is very well-written. The whole story flowed so nicely and the characters and situations are believable. There were parts that made me laugh and I always appreciate a good laugh. I highly recommend Dream Jordan's debut novel. Parents: There's very little profanity in this book, however, there are sexual situations; nothing too graphic, though.
lilibrarian on LibraryThing 25 days ago
Kate's best friend is away from the summer. She meets another girl at a basketball game, and they become friends. But this girl is into living hard and fast - and Kate's foster parents aren't going to put up with that.
clio11 on LibraryThing 25 days ago
It's going to be a long summer for Kate. She's misssing her best friend, Felicia, struggling to get along with her foster mother, and trying to get the attention of Charles, a hot basketball player who only thinks of her as a friend. Kate is also struggling with the repercussions of her life as a foster kid, trying to keep her temper under control and not get kicked out of this foster family as she has so many others.Enter Naleejah, a fly-girl with an attitude, who can help Kate become everything she's ever wanted. From fixing her hair to giving her tips to catch Charles, Naleejah seems to be the answer to Kate's prayer. Hot Girl was...okay. Although the story was compelling, the author spends a lot of time on backstory, spelling out things that should be made obvious in the text. The characterization of Kate is uneven at best, and the supporting characters are little more than stereotypes. I can definitely see why this book will be appealing to teens, though, and definitely plan to purchase it for our collection.
TrishWalton on LibraryThing 25 days ago
There is a place in every teen library for this book, because it speaks volumes to girls who are seeking love and relationships. Kate's struggles with tough-girl gangs and in foster care have led her, finally, to a safe home. But the sensible, practical Kate - as her foster mother would have her be- is challenged when a Naleegah offers to turn her into a "hot girl" to be noticed by the boy she likes. Kate must untimately decide what path she will take, and who she must leave behind.I was not overly engaged & pulled in to the story. But I'm 43 and not looking to be a "hot girl," and so the appeal was not there for me. Even so, there are girls I teach who will love this book and find themselves in it.
laVermeer on LibraryThing 25 days ago
One summer Saturday, former tough girl Kate meets Naleejah, a local hoochie in the making, causing Kate's old life and new commitments to collide. Naleejah lures Kate back into behaviour that Kate thought she had put behind her. Soon enough, Naleejah shows her true self, and Kate must choose who she really wants to be.Despite a very predictable moral trajectory ¿ who you are on the inside is more important than who you are on the outside ¿ the novel manages to offer readers a few unexpected scenes. The lack of serious consequences for Kate's behaviour is worrisome, however; she steals, drinks, and fights, yet the only sanction she faces is grounding. Given her difficult background and the ease with which she's lured from her "high ground" by Naleejah, this outcome lacks force and credibility.Kate is an energetic narrator, and her rapid emotional transitions will be identifiable to many readers. The street language, however, might prove a distraction for some of the book's potential audience; at times it feels repetitive and clichéd. That said, Kate's firm statements about believing in herself, seeking a future through education, and refusing to subordinate herself to short-lived male desire are positive and even refreshing in our current cultural landscape.
WillaCather on LibraryThing 25 days ago
I asked two teens from my library to read and give me opinions on this book.They both gave it enthusiastic thumbs up for realism and a good story.
cyellow30 on LibraryThing 25 days ago
I am not sure what the point of this story was. I mean, I understand that it was about being yourself and true inner beauty, but a lot could have been skipped to get to this point.For example, all the time the main characters spent together just walking around or getting into fights or getting together with guys could have been cut out. They just continued to do the same things over and over so much that each chapter became a struggle to read.Also, what was the climax of this story? I felt like there was no real hight of excitement. And I felt the ending was very abrupt. We never really learn more about Naleejah or what happened to her sister. And we never get a very complete background on Kate, just flashbacks here and there that are sort of pieced together.Overall, I felt that this book could of been good if it had been better thought out. Many of the ideas such as a dead sibling or a homeless friend or someone selling themselves for material things could have made for an interesting tale especially from the eyes of a foster child. However, this book tried to lightly touch on these things causing the story to be a jumble. Basically this is a rough draft and not a final copy.
mrkatzer on LibraryThing 25 days ago
I'm not exactly in this book's target demographic, but I do love YA lit so I was very interested in this book. Unfortunately I was mostly disappointed. The story and the language used both seem a little stilted to me, like the author was trying to hard to be in the mind of a teenager. However, I have had several of my students express interest in this novel, and I'll be happy to amend my comments if they come back telling me they loved the book.
kelleykl on LibraryThing 25 days ago
I would agree with other reviewers that the story is predictable and that language was sometimes a bit hard to muddle through. However, the story line was engaging and the voice carried throughout. I thought that many of my high school students could related to the premise of trying to be good when many bad influences are surrounding you. For better books that will engage teenagers and deal with controversial issues, try to the Bluford series edited by Paul Langford or The First Part Last by Angela Johnson.
bplma on LibraryThing 25 days ago
Kate has had a tough life so far; her drug addicted parents forfeited their parental rights to the state when she was only months old, and Kate, a former gang-banger, has bounced from foster home to group home to foster home all her life. With the help of a much respected social worker, Kate is staying clear of trouble--but its hard. Then Kate meets wild and sexy Naleejah and things change fast...With the help of her new friend kate is now hot and sexy and commanding everyman's attention, even Charles, her homeboy and not so secret crush...of course things don't stay happy long and street smart Kate realizes she should have followed her instincts about Naleejah--who does not really have her interests in mind... I did not care for this book at first-- i thought the neverending streetslang was over the top...(i still suspect it is and i will ask the teens in the ya room what they think) but i really like Kate--and find the characters and the situations very authentic and real on many levels. The characters are interesting and believable and the story is fast paced and interesting. since i am still reading it, this is a tentative review, to be updated later.
DreamerGrl on LibraryThing 25 days ago
It's good read to get a feel of how others live and what they go through but very predictable. If I was parent leting my my teenage child read this I wouldn't go by the rating I would at least wait until she was 15 to read this book and talk about some of the topics that were diccussed in the book. A book that is very appealing to teens.
Sister-P More than 1 year ago
Hot Girl was a fast and easy read with terrific dialogue. The story was about the main protagonist Kate who grows up in the foster care system. She is in a new home and not faring well with her new foster care mother. Her friend Felicia leaves her behind to go to Africa for the summer, which Kate would have been a part of had she not gotten into some beef with the other girls who were going. Bored and with nothing to do, she wanders off to watch her homeboy Charles play at a basketball game, and that's where she meets Naleejah for the first time. Little does Kate know her life was about to change, and not in a good way. Naleejah exemplified everything you don't want in a friend. The theme throughout this book is about choices, and how choices influence and affect your life for better or worse. Dream Jordan weaves in topics, such as the importance of education, and practicing safe sex. Overall, Dream Jordan wrote a relevant book that I believe should be on the required reading list of every Junior High School, foster care system and juvenile detention center across the country.
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Good Book
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mewmewlettuce75 More than 1 year ago
i love this book.
sherree kelly More than 1 year ago
changes the way you look, act , and also talk to make yourself a better person for others
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Jbasef More than 1 year ago
"Hot Girl," is a beautifully written, engaging and priceless gem by author Dream Jordan which I happened upon that provoked and rendered me both helpless and empowered all at the same time. I was elatedly empowered by the God-given hope, talent and power that resides in all of us that's so colorfully depicted and developed in the resonating determination of the main character "Kate," yet I was held captive and emotionally frustrated by the stark reality of the "circumstances," powerfully addressed in this book that young people of all ethnic backgrounds, especially those in foster care have to endure and negotiate. Unfortunately, thousands of potential drama-inclined readers will deprive themselves of "Hot Girl," simply because this well-crafted, structured, socially relevant and feverish work is easily "mis-diagnosed," as the typical urban teen dilemma fiction piece when in fact, it is a poignant, coming-of-age, self-actualizing, personal challenge-to- triumph story indicative of all races that draws attention to the intricacies and fragility of making new and sustaining genuine friendships. Exposed even more, "Hot Girl," potently sheds light on the implicit social disgrace and insecurities that foster care children (and adults) grapple with and experience on a daily basis. Both men and women audacious enough to step out of their banal reading comfort zone to imbibe and enjoy "Hot Girl," will come away celebrating "Kate," and identifying with all of the book's characters to feel both enlightened and undeniably optimistic. "Hot Girl," tingles with power and promise and I'm now fondly anticipating my next "Dream!" Great "NJ Transit or NYC subway" ride home read!
snowbird922 More than 1 year ago
Easy read, I like that Kate could stay down and not compromise her integrity.