“She was a Friend of Mines” is an urban tale about Scheyenne Iverson, an average thirteen year old girl leaving in East Palo Alto, California with her financial strapped but happy family. Everything seemes perfect in her life until her whole family is killed under horrible circumstances. Too young to cope, she mentally falls apart.
She gets her life together or so she thinks, only to find herself knocked down again and again. When she is old enough to take care of herself, she strikes out on her own looking for revenge for her family member’s death. After she finds out that her family may have lost their lives due to the drug game, she jumps in the drug world head first, in search of the person responsible for their deaths. Shi, as she is called finds herself married to the man who could be responsible for her whole family being murdered.. You can’t help but feel for Shi, praying that she finally finds the happiness she deserve. She has to make some hard decisions and difficult choices. There are a lot of plot twist here that keep you turning the page.
The characters are believable and draw you in to their world. I can’t help but wonder if the author wrote from personal experience. The storyline is well constructed and follows a well defined time line.
This is the first writing project for this author and has excellent potential. There were editing problems, but I still would recommend this book to readers. Overall, I give this book three and half stars. With proper editing I would give it a four.
This book is only available in e-book form.
This book given free for review.
On a daily basis, I observe behavior in friends and family members that in my opinion is bazaar and could constitute a need for psychiatric evaluation at the least. Upon closer examination, I am sure that we all have some form of neurosis brewing just under the surface of our psyche. With that said, it is not uncommon for me to observe signs of depression, suicidal tendency that are expressed by reckless life styles, and persons who seem to be responding to external stimuli (it may be the joint they just smoked, but how do I know). With that in mind, I often wish I had a purse full of prozac or some other psychotropic drug that would instantly cure my people.
As a healthcare professional, I am required to take action if a person is a danger to themselves or others. Most of these examples I site above are harmless, yet it is always hard to see those you love lose out on life because they are depressed and do nothing with their God give talents because they won’t get help for their depression or whatever mental illness plagues them. It is just as bad when I see some of these same people exhibiting self destructive behavior by indulging in activities that will surely get them killed, like using drugs.
If your honest with yourself, you have family and friends who need professional help. According to the National Institute of Mental Health, the African American communities are underserved by the nation’s mental health system. Statistically, only one out of three African Americans who need mental health care receive it. African Americans are more likely to stop treatment early and are less likely to receive follow-up care in comparison to the general population. These statistics are often due to cultural stigmas and lack of insurance coverage.
To understand mental illness and why the African American communities are at a higher risk of poor treatment and management please see the the link below. If someone in your family needs help, don’t just pass it off as “the blues” or let it go because that is how he/she has always behaved. We as a community need to take responsibility for ourselves and our loved ones by reaching out to them and tring to get them some help.