Ugh, I love blogging..It's just stressful that my ideas have flown out the window.
Today I'll be giving a mini review of the book I'm currently reading. What a surprise. I'm actually reading a book and I don't think I've properly read and finished a book in about a year or probably longer.
What drives me to read a book
It's mainly what it's about. If it really interests me, it interests me. I added in the 'really' because unless a book 'really' interests me, I might not read it as fast.
My mum actually bought 2 books for both of us. I guess Regina George is gonna put me in her burn book now?
Rukiya $____ like reads a book and her mom reads them too. And she's like a total slut as well.
Apparently the book is quite popular right now. So far I'm on chapter 7 and I'm l-o-v-i-n-g it.
What it's about...Or everything up to chapter 7.
A 16 year old black teenager named Starr lives in the ghetto. She travels to a school in the suburbs, and won't let anyone think she has anything to do with the hood. At home it's Starr or 'Munch', but at school it's Starr Williamson. Williamson being the school name. Starr has witnessed a gruesome thing in the past when her neighbourhood friend got shot at quite a young age, the reason? Nothing. Skipping on from the past, she finds herself at a party in her area (Garden Heights) with her neighbourhood-sorta-friend Kenya who bashes her for going to a 'white school'. Meanwhile at the party, Kenya is urging to to fight a girl, getting annoyed at the fact she's looking at her but will still look at her because she wants to fight her. Kenya ends up leaving Starr, and Starr ends up reuniting with an 'old best friend neighbourhood friend'. If that makes any sense. They talk, but before you know it there's a shooting and everyone is running. Trying to find some sort of transport, assisting their danger.
Starr and her old friend manage to escape into his car. Lets just say. Police harrassment. Police brutality. Racism.
And before you know what Khalil sinks to the floor, his body being nothing more than a corpse. Blood flowing everywhere, like nothing more than another dead young black man.
That's all I will give away for now *gets back to reading*
It's like oh, this is my um... my Job? I have to serve and protect the people so I have to do my damn job. So..Oh no..I'm scared. He's like moved when I told him not to move. So..This is my job so um..I'll pull the trigger? Ok I'm pulling the trigger..I'm pulling the trigger. Oh I'll pull it again coz it's my job. And again. And one more time coz I'm scared and I need my teddy. Oh no he's dead..Oh. He's black anyway...I won't get in trouble.
Hope you enjoyed my post, bye!