Nothing But The Rent
The two best things about this book are that: it has a cover that features the
actual faces of black women
and that it fell into my lap at just the right time:
in this case, a trip to visit my husband's family in New Hampshire, including a
day amidst the sun, surf, and overly friendly seagulls of Hampton Beach. And
inspite of the antics of my husband and other children who were not my responsibility
and the aforementioned seagulls, it was there that I polished off Sharon
Mitchell's Nothing But The Rent in one sitting.
I'd like to tell you that I breezed through this novel so quickly because
it was a proverbial page-turner, but regretfully my speed-reading came because
the content of the book was a perfect match for it's title: there was nothin'
goin' on but the rent in this one. While the latter half of the book
showed some promise, Nothing was for the most part just another designer-label
name-dropping gotta-get-a-man story: great for a day at the beach where the
water is too cold and working on your tan is a bit redundant, but otherwise more
of the same old same old with nothing fun or innovative to lift it out of the
realm of your typical "girlfriend" book.
by
Sharon Mitchell