“White Lines” by Tracy Brown is the real reason I read urban fiction…because it’s about real life, real situations and real people. Jada Ford, the main character in this novel, did not have the best upbringing…in fact, knowing that mother’s love in one of the most cherished things of this world, you could say she had one of the worst. She lost her father at a young age, and, because of this, her mother just gradually weakened and deteriorated. As her daughers grew up, Jada along with her younger sister, Ava, she didn’t offer them any protection from her abusive boyfriend or from the streets because she couldn’t even help herself. As time went on, Ava attempted suicide, moved into a group home, and Jada was forced to deal with her life as it was on her own. Gradually, she turned to a things that would help her forget her very existence – weed, cocaine, crack and sprinkle a little prostitution in the mix. She was mixed up totally…then she met Born. She thought they were a really good match…kindred spirits, soulmates…she didn’t think they would ever fall apart, but they did. Because, even though when they met, Jada was clean, but she still fell back into here old way, and, needless did she know that Born was dealing with his own issues…his own past, and he wasn’t allowing any room to help Jada deal with hers.
“White Lines” was so explosive and so powerful…Born and Jada taught readers the true meaning of friendship lasting the test of time because their’s did. Never has a book affected me so much since reading “The Coldest Winter Ever” by Sister Soulja.
I give it 5 stars.
P.S. “White Lines” was provided on-loan from my local library.