EDIT: I finished it this afternoon and I think what I liked best was the way the kids described their families with such pride. One chick's dad was santero. How she described the saints, orishas, beads, etc. was very familiar to me. At the end there was a sort of epilogue that explained that happens to each person. One person got shot - it wasn't even the way he died; he drowned accidently at the beach. What are the odds?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
If I was studying a teenage drug ring...
Labels:
books,
cocaine,
cocaine kids,
drugs,
ethnography,
reading
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