I had been recommended this book not long after finishing Punching The Air so it started climbing its way up my tbr till I decided today to see why I was recommended it.
A cannon. A strap.
A piece. A biscuit.
A burner. A heater.
A chopper. A gat.
Or, you can call it a gun. That’s what fifteen-year-old Will has shoved in the back waistband of his jeans. See, his brother Shawn was just murdered. And Will knows the rules. No crying. No snitching. Revenge. That’s where Will’s now heading, with that gun shoved in the back waistband of his jeans, the gun that was his brother’s gun. He gets on the elevator, seventh floor, stoked. He knows who he’s after. Or does he? As the elevator stops on the sixth floor, on comes Buck. Buck is dead.
Taken from goodreads
Instantly as soon as the premise of the story was told I knew I was really going to enjoy this book. The one minute ride in an elevator while a young kid decides to kill the person who killed his brother and listen to the rules of the streets or if he should go back upstairs and be their for his mother is a great way to have a story and allows people who have no idea about the rules of the street to get some insight.
The poems themselves are great, add those to the mixture of the art used and it makes for a very quick but powerful read.
You get to see all the people that William has known in his life and what had happened to them, they each tell him a story and then ask him why so that William is able to decide for himself on what to do. You get to know what sort of character William is with these stories and that is great to get from a written in verse book.
The ending will leave you in a bit of a state of confusion which I personally think is the best way that this book could have ended as it allows the audience to think.
This is a great written verse book and it has just reignited the fire for me to get back into reading more of this genre.