Queenie is that homegirl we all know and can even relate to on one level or another. She just can't get right in the love department. She makes the worst decisions in choosing bedfellows. I want to hug her and strangle her at the same time. Her emotions are a rollercoaster of overexaggerated highs and depressing lows. She lives in a neighborhood where racism is not subtle, but deafeningly loud, and she keeps her family far too excluded from her personal life. I found myself yelling at the pages repeatedly. I keep reading all in the hopes that things would get better.....and it does....eventually. I would recommend this because someone out there needs to hear this message: LOVE YOURSELF!!! Value your Vajayjay, embrace the skin you are in whatever shade and every curve, and darn it make these thirsty guys think twice about trying to take advantage by guarding your heart, your mind, and your soul. Even as I type now, thinking about Queenie, I sigh. There was just so much happening at once.......Awww Queenie girl, you are a hot mess!