If Pimp was hip hop, then Waiting to Exhale was a smooth mix of R&B and jazz- which I wasn't ready for but I could appreciate cause of how grown up it all was. "Waiting to Exhale" was familiar as well- it felt like overhearing gossip at the family reunions or from the children's table during holidays, whispers and codes spoken in hair salons that I was too young to understand but used context clues to figure out. "Pimp" was written in a pre- hip hop purple prose that I could understand and although I was far removed from the scenarios that happened in the book, all the words and characters seemed to jump out at me, violently grab me and held me hostage into their world. It doesn't matter how I got put on, but once I finished those two books I discovered a whole new love for reading and writing.
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