I was a literary snob until I learned to stop pooh-poohing plot. Souljah, who threw it right back at him, saying she'd be damned if she was going to be his Willie Horton, went on to recording and publishing contracts.
Winter is precocious, babacious and as tough as a hollow-point bullet.
She walks through the story with one hand on her hip, tossing off withering observations on men and money, and her voice is the book's greatest strength. But then the whip comes down in the form of young and hungry competitors and RICO-empowered federal agents. Winter's father goes to jail, and her survival becomes the story. Then Sister Souljah herself turns up. I checked her arm, no Rolex, not even a Timex, nothing.