While I am not usually such a big fan of the “urban lit” genre (mostly because improper grammar makes my skin crawl), I really liked this book. There were so many “issues” for such a short book — foster care, racism, fatherless children, homosexuality, and more — but Woodson wove them into the story without being heavy-handed and preachy. I think the best part of this story, nevertheless, was how D Foster’s life story could affect me so differently than it affected her friends. They saw D as a free spirit — who didn’t have a mother hounding her all the time and was allowed to go wherever she pleased. I saw a poor young girl whose mother abandoned her and who was stuck in the foster care system. All three of these girls were fans of Tupac Shakur’s music, but only D really knew where he was coming from. She knew what it was like to feel such strong love for a mother whom others might consider a failure. She knew what it was like to have people judge you without really knowing you. It was like Tupac was singing her story.