I love a good mystery. Make the characters look act and feel like me or people of color like me and I am alllllll the way about that. Kianna Man does just that in her novel; The Case.
Mya Martinez is a Los Angeles Police Detective following in her beloved father’s footsteps. Mya wants nothing more than to be just like her father. He was an amazing and well respected Detective, a great provider and Mya’s Idol. So when he’s killed she vows to seek revenge for his death.
Mya turns out to be a great detective and following in his footsteps she quickly moves through the ranks of the police force.
She falls in love with her captain Gary and is living the life that she’d always dreamed of; saving the city from criminals and building a future with Gary. Everything is going well until a young girl is kidnapped and the same people who killed Mya’s father seem to be behind the kidnapping.
As Mya gets too involved and focused on the case her life begins to spin out of control. She’s letting everyone down and becomes withdrawn from all of her friends and squad mates.
While Mya goes rogue and tries to figure out who done it and why the audience is taken on a wild ride chasing after dangerous suspects, each one having solid reasons to be behind the kidnapping. Just when we think we know who’s done it another more believable suspect is introduced including one that Mya could’ve never seen coming in her wildest dreams.
I enjoyed this book and would be interested in reading the sequel if one is ever written. There were a few plot holes that a second book could tie right up. I can’t really speak to them without some spoilers but there are just enough unanswered questions at the end of the story to keep the readers invested in more of this storyline.
I gave it 3 Stars for being a solid story with a few too many unanswered questions.
Boss Lady Rule #217 Put your money in places where they actually give a fuck about you and your money.
In the past my money was at Bank of America and a few other bigger banks and I’ll say that the only benefit is being able to walk into a bank branch in most parts of the country. With things like being able to deposit a check over your phone and banks allowing you to use other banks atms for free, I don’t even know if that perk is as large as it used to be.
Now, I bank at a few local banks where I have personal bankers, the tellers know me and my business and I have access to information, education, and support that I never knew were even possible.
I’ve profited from things that everyone should benefit from with their banks. Such as, the tellers calling me when someone comes in to cash a check to make sure that I actually wrote it (me and my horrible ass writing) or even a call /text to tell me to trans
fer funds because a big purchase went through quicker than I anticipated. Which saves me money on things like bounced check fees. (Cause who wants to deal with that shit when you actually have the money to cover it.)
I also have a banker who actually sits down with me and looks at my business, my finances, and my accounting not only to make sure that everything is correct but because it’s so much easier to qualify for products and services like lines of credit to hold you over during tough cash flow times when everything is categorized and reflecting correctly before you need them.
What does a bank get out of this? If they groom you and your business to be good with your money and your money grows, they’ll make money off of you. It’s kind of like a win win. Duh. (Yes BOA that’s some shade tossed at you.)
These are just a few ways that I have benefitted from Relationship Banking with Local Community Banks. I hope they can help you.
SEMA was like every other conference I’ve been to but on steroids. You know how I do that sharp intake of breath when I’m excited? I literally had no breath left at the end of the day. Well not literally but dang near. Classic Trucks for days with some educational presentations thrown in? Sign me up.
Food; AB took me to Top of The World where I simultaneously ate the best steak I’ve ever had in my whole life while trying not to freak the ef out because of the height. (I didn’t die)
I’ve finally witnessed a magic show. Jen Kramer still has my head hurting from trying to figure out how she did that last thing with the box. Like, how are you even a real person? She’s not. I’m convinced.
We got invited to the GlassParency party and had to leave early because AB got sick but DUDE, automotive suppliers know how to P.A.R.T.Y
In the future I’ll save money on Uber by actually checking if my hotel has a shuttle to the convention center and plan out my days better, getting across hundreds of square feet of space while walking through thousands of people isn’t the easiest thing to do and I missed at least 2 presentations that I really wanted to see. Other than that SEMA and Vegas owe me nothing.
I finished reading John Grisham’s The Rooster Bar a week or so ago and honestly I don’t even know whether to give it one star or five or to throw it in to the corner or light it on fire. Whether to tell all of my friends to read it or to act like I never read it a day of my life.
Mark, Todd, and Zola came to law school to change the world, to make it a better place. But now, as third-year students, these close friends realize they have been duped. They all borrowed heavily to attend a third-tier, for-profit law school so mediocre that its graduates rarely pass the bar exam, let alone get good jobs. And when they learn that their school is one of a chain owned by a shady New York hedge-fund operator who also happens to own a bank specializing in student loans, the three know they have been caught up in The Great Law School Scam.
But maybe there’s a way out. Maybe there’s a way to escape their crushing debt, expose the bank and the scam, and make a few bucks in the process. But to do so, they would first have to quit school. And leaving law school a few short months before graduation would be completely crazy, right? Well, yes and no . . .
Pull up a stool, grab a cold one, and get ready to spend some time at The Rooster Bar.
That’s what Amazon had to say about this book and maybe that’s where I was lost I don’t love stools, at 34 they make my back hurt unless they have a good supportive back and arms and a cold one? A cold what? I think that beer whether it be cold or warm tastes like what pee smells like. *shrugs*
So probably at that last line I should’ve back away cued Randy Jackson, Not Micheal’s brother but this one:
and backed away from the book. But I didn’t because no matter what people say about John Grisham and his formulated writing method I actually enjoy quite a few of his novels. But this one…
The premise of the book is that Zola, Mark and Todd’s friend Gordy realizes that their law school is a scam. The owner of the law school is a shister who is also behind the banks that supply the loans and some of the law firm mills which pretend to hire some of the students of the school so that they can have a propped up hire rate. After a tragic event th duping them and others into borrowing thousands of dollars for law school of which they won’t likely be able to pay much of it back sense neither of them is likely to either pass the bar or get a job.
So, what do they do? They quit law school, go into hiding in the same city as their law school, and began to practice law. Ya’ll these fools quit law school the last damn semester to practice law??? In the same city as their law school friends who could graduate in a semester and easily see them running around practicing law all Willy Neely.
And that’s where I got stuck. Even though the author keeps having the characters address the stupidity of quitting law school in your final semester and illegally practicing law, none of the excuses that they give make any sense to anyone with a brain.
I did sort of enjoy the close calls that the three illegal attorneys get themselves in and out of throughout the novel and how Grisham weaves a multitude of current events and issues including the serious look at immigration but overall I left the book feeling underwhelmed and confused.
If you came here to figure out whether to read The Rooster Bar or not I’m sorry I can’t help you. After all of these words I still think the best thing to do with this book is to throw it into the corner.
FYI: This is my face 95% of the story.
I am on my period. You needed to know that because… I’ve managed not to lose my mind, yell at an employee, give Besty Lou in the Maroon Honda with the frizzy hair, army mom tag and the HUMONGOUS MAGA sticker, the bird while throwing my low fat cup of venti latte at her too darkly tinted window, or -and this is a big one- cry into my bottle of sparkling water whilst parked in the middle of the Westshore Mall Parking Lot.
I did however, manage to attend BNI, interview fifty leven unqualified and a few potentially qualified employees, attend my BNI Power Team Lunch, sit in on a random ass 1:1 with AB, Host another impromptu 1:1 at my office, pay bills, get the mail, and do banking amongst a ton of other things including holding my employees’ hands and blowing theoretical boo boos out of their eyes. All while feeling like Jesus Christ’s worse enemy was skateboarding through my uterus wearing bob sleds.
I’ve said it in the past and I’ll stand behind it now, PMS doesn’t MAKE women (people with uteruses? uteri? whatever) go the eff off. Nope. NOT EVEN. PMS just HELPS women (people with uteruses? uteri? whatever) go the eff off about all of the things that they should probably go the eff off about on a regular basis. How? Try dealing with insane amounts of pressure all of the time then add on top of that the pain of 1600 orca playing double dutch across your uterus. Then multiply that by the fact that something is leaking in your drawers, the leaking intensifies when you sneeze or laugh or breathe, AND it causes all sorts of hormonal changes from making you bloated to convincing you that you really need a chocolate bar, and a burger, and six bags of potato chips, 2 packets of skittles, and a hug from your 1st grade teacher Miss Hart and tell me how you handle it.
How would you deal with all of the hormonal stuff, aches, pains, cravings and then add things:
Like, that one employee who is about to lose his shit again for the tenth time this week.
Or, that one customer who already knows what’s wrong with their car and would’ve completed the repair at home except they don’t have a lift, or the tools, or fingers, so could you please do it for practically free?
Or, the one salesperson who calls you about the email that they sent two weeks ago who has managed to sneak through the new manager’s clammy grasp and landed flat in your lap and is now proceeding to try to sell you things and when you decline asks if they should resend the same email for you to review. Cause obviously you could understand the offer better if you’d just read the email that they sent you.
Or, the employees who spend more time on their cellphones talking to Rootie, Tootie, Fresh and Frootie than doing whatever it is that you’re trying to pay them to do.
Or, Listen to your business partner who is also your wife vent to you about the business relationship that you already told them not to get into, breaking up. Without saying I TOLD YOU THE EFF SO.
Or, the kid who needs to go and get slacks and a tie to wear to school tomorrow, cause duh, all football players have to dress up tomorrow, and of course Coach just told him and yes it’s after 6:30pm but aren’t moms supposed to drop everything and take them to get the desired items? And, also could you like hurry up and get through the ever increasing Tampa traffic to pick him up from school? Like, I know there’s never a set time for practice to be over but isn’t that what moms do? Run to school to get you whenever the fuck you’re ready???
So nope, I didn’t go the eff off. But, I also didn’t cook dinner and am likely going to eat spoonfuls of peanut butter while standing in the kitchen looking out of the window at my fence and pretend that I’m a famous writer and everything, including eating peanut butter standing in the kitchen looking out of the window at the fence is beneath me.
When I was approached about reviewing this book initially I took a pause. It’s a book written by a woman after her break up with a man and since I’m a married lesbian who hasn’t been on a date in years I thought that I wouldn’t be able to relate. I wasn’t. Had this book found me after my divorce when I was still hurting and hadn’t spent a zillion dollars on landmark, therapy, self help and self love books it would’ve been right up my angry alley. I still enjoyed it though so I gave it 5 stars.
The writing is hilarious and full of my favorite words: PROFANITY. Erin’s no nonsense approach to teaching other women how to deal with horrible men is refreshing and timely. As I read the book I thought of all of the women who I would tell they needed to read this book. So if we’re friends in real life before you call me to vent about your latest failed Tinder escapade do us both a favor and read this book first.
I love listening to The Read Podcast where the hosts frequently tell people to “Break up with him,” and while reading this book I felt like it should be sold on their website right next to the Break Up With Him T-Shirts and shorts. If you love no-nonsense self help books that read like they were written from your favorite sophistiratchet big cousin then this book is for you.
10 Things You Could Be Doing Instead of Commenting on My or Anyone Else’s Weight.
1: Minding your own Damn Motherfucking Business, Bitch.
3: Clean your House. Clutter leads to anger. Spontaneously commenting on someone else’s weight sounds like some angry shit. (Again, see number one.)
4: Worrying about yourself. I’m quite certain that there’s a missed dentist’s appointment, some raised blood labs, or even some missed sex that you could be catching up on.
5: Reading up on Candida, and understanding that the extra bloat around my waistline is caused by a medical condition of which I’m actively combatting with a whole ass team of medical professionals and if you’re going to be dispensing advice you should at least be informed. (in that order)
Also, look up hypothyroidism, metabolic disorders that cause weight gain, and other disorders that might be the culprit for the unexpected weight gain or loss that you seem so interested in.
6: Stay hydrated. Hydrating cures dehydration and saltiness. A prime indicator that you haven’t been minding your own business. (I almost forgot this one. Thanks AB!)
7: Reading a book. Perhaps one that teaches you about social cues and why it is never ever ever ok to walk up to someone and comment on their weight. That person you think looks great because they suddenly lost all of that weight may actually have cancer. A book on etiquette could give you pointers on better things to say to someone like, “The weather is nice today.” or “How’s your dog?” Or “How bout those Cowboys?” -Classic-
8: Studying a trade or brushing up on that foreign language you said you were going to master all of those years ago. I’m not going to even point out that if you spent more time working on your trade or mastering that foreign language you’d have less time to worry about Anyone else. I’m just not going to do it. So, you’re welcome.
9: Travel. Traveling and exploring different countries, religions, and lifestyles should help you become a more well rounded empathetic human being. (Unless you’re just committed to being an asshole.)
10: Donating to or volunteering at a local charity. If you’re the type of person who feels so inclined to help other people without their requests then charity work would be perfect for you! You could get your rocks of by helping other people and keep your teeth in your mouth by not getting them knocked out by the not pregnant woman you’ve just insulted.
I know in our society that commenting on other people is something that we just do without even really thinking about it but let’s just not. Your “helpful” words don’t help and you don’t know how your words could seriously harm that person. And, yes this is inspired by personal events but it’s something that pisses me off when I hear it done to anyone. Think before you speak.
“Natasha, Danielle, and Jayla all have big career dreams, and they’ve done everything right to reach their goals. Natasha earned her MBA, Danielle landed an important reality show part, and Jayla passed the bar. They are so close to their dreams of working in business, entertainment, and law, but the dearth of good jobs in the current economy has made it impossible for a millennial to catch a break.”
The young ladies in this Eugenia R. Jefferson’s Confessions of a Frustrated Millennial are just like most educated, driven, young ladies in society. They’re making steps to try and secure the lives that they’ve envisioned for themselves. Natasha is stuck working at a nonprofit dealing with micro-aggressions and doing all of her bosses work while getting none of the credit. Danielle is moonlighting as a waitress in between her auditions for what she hopes is her big break and Jayla still hasn’t managed to secure a position at a law firm in Boston and is forced to move back into her parents home in Chicago.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It’s a quick read which I mostly completed on my flight to Vegas last month. I’m super excited to see that more books telling the regular mundane aspects of black women’s lives are being published. For years now I’ve been asking for stories about regular black women doing regular schmegular degular (word to Cardi B.) black women things, which are essentially the same types of things as every other woman through the magical lens of a black woman’s experience.
As we follow Danielle, Tasha, and Jayla along their journey we’re educated about life in Chicago and entertained with each characters exploits from first dates, to weddings, to cussing their bosses clear the eff out. (WHICH HE SORELY NEEDED) By the end of the story each of the characters is happy in life even if their lives and careers have taken turns that they never in their wildest dreams expected.
I knew I was going to like this book as soon as I received it in the mail because the cover is adorable so I happily gave it 5 stars. Read it if you love books about Black Girl Magic that have happy endings. Lord knows in today’s day and age we could all use a few more happy endings.
Sidebar: I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the author.
I’m a really interesting consumer since I don’t ever really want anything and whenever I do desire something I do extensive research and know exactly what I want prior to purchasing it. Telemarketers make me wanna slap myself and picking up parts for the shop at the dealerships in town is always a fun experience as I try to walk through the sixteen hundred sales people waiting to pounce on you as you climb out of car. And even if I was there to purchase a car I’m the type of car buyer who knows exactly what year, make, model, engine size, trim style, and optional car features she wants months before stepping into the show room. So I’m not a great person to try and sell to. I want what I want when I want it and I know how to get it when I’m ready.
I’m typically not a sales woman’s best customer especially when her method of selling involves popping into my DMs to sell me tummy tea, jamberry nails, or credit repair. Now, I’m all for supporting another small business owner and have no issues with MLMs. I know that sometimes they’re scams but lots of times they work out pretty well for both the consumer and the business person.
The thing that grinds my gears is when I log on to Facebook and have 27 messages from overly familiar women whom I have never met or interacted with a day in my real life who say things like “Hey girl, I noticed that you work out. You should try my waist wrap.” Or “Hey girl, Do you know someone who would like to make $500 in their free time.”
If I were to hop into people’s inboxes and try to offer them auto repair, auto detailing, books, or transportation for their children they would at the very least think that I was strange as fuck. “Hey girl, I noticed you drive. Can I change your brake pads?” Doesn’t sound like something that should be said to an unsuspecting person. So why is it ok for you to peddle your wares to me in this manner?
It’s NOT. So, if you’re one of these individuals who are advertising and selling this way, PLEASE STOP! You’re the first reason of sixteen reasons why I don’t have Facebook Messenger on my phone.
(Sidebar If I missed the memo and this is how we’re businessing in 2018 please let a sista know so I could get my slide on. JK)
And since I wanna make sure that I’m uplifting fellow business women and not just being a Judgey McJudge face here are five other ways to advertise your goods that aren’t nearly as annoying as sliding into my DM.
- Join a networking chapter. It doesn’t have to be BNI but I know two women who sell Organo Gold and Arbonne who are doing quite well from their BNI referrals to their businesses.
- Purchase Ads on whatever site you’re currently practicing your DM slide on.
- Setup a booth at local fair or market.
- Wait for someone to mention that they need your service in a post then offer it to them.
- Ask your leader or whatever they call them to teach you how to run your business without sliding into your friends and families DMs.
Until next time, Stay Hydrated, Mind Your Business, and Stay the bleep up out my DMs (Sung in my Ludacris Voice.)