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Summary: Should be called Fitty Dolla Bill !!!!!!!!
Review: This review is the shortest one I've ever written, because I don't have much to say about Joy's Dollar Bill except that the title of the book should also be the price of it. Fifteen bucks is too much for this book unless you want to frame the cover; Vincent M. Ward, the cover model, is quite the guy-candy. Gary, Indiana native, Dollar, is a hustler in the making. He goes from petty theft to a twisted form of vigilante judge, whereby he steals from dope dealers and other hardened criminals. His Robin Hood antics lead him into a five- year stint in prison. Dollar does not rehabilitate himself back to living the honest life, but learns from prison how to become the worst thing since Scarface. What in the world will he do when he gets back on the streets? Trust me. You don't want to know. The two-hundred-plus pages aren't worth the time investment. It is macabre, stereotypical, hopeless and just badly written. This story could've been so much more if the author could command English language to her advantage. There is fluidity to this language that makes it difficult to master, but beautiful to read, and I wished that for this book, because it would have so much more to say. However, I do applaud the mysterious Joy for putting something out there that services a readership that is underrepresented in the literary world - American street life. Many publicists are on the hunt for this genre, but unfortunately there aren't enough authors to deliver these stories with a sense of realism and honor like Martin Scorsese or Sista Souljah. Therefore, this novel gets two pens: one for completion and one for its attempt at creating a voice for the Black underworld. This book is suitable for men, and those interested in gangsta crime fiction.
Dee Y. Stewart
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