This book was kinda, sorta on the verge of being cute and "a fun read," but didn't quite make it. I think I'm biased to more substantial works and my reading palette has lost all taste for this kind of novel. What drives me nuts about urban fiction is the vexing materialistic inclination ever present in this genre. I don't care that your characters are burning up thirty dollar candles or wearing this brand or that one and how much it cost. Money and that misguided notion of wealth seem to become a character itself in this book. Unfortunately, I find it irresponsible on the part of the authors to promote materialism when Black folks suffer enough from it and is the reason we're lagging behind in true wealth. The issues with the men were stereotypical to say the least but ended with a satisfactory conclusion although getting there involved some juvenile acts. Before I further this rant, I'll end by saying that the book was barely alright. The one small saving grace was the strong slant towards Black female bonding. That's always welcome in this world hung up on "haters" and "throwing shade" and general unsupportiveness of others' success. Check it out from the library as I did, if you must.
Colorful Chick Lit