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Disrespectfully Yours: A Review

This is the first stop on a new slate of reviews I'll be posting on Nikki-Michelle's Spot. Before I ever had dreams of becoming a writer, I was a reader. That hasn't changed. I love to read. A good book can always take me away like Calgon. I went to Memphis this past weekend to a literary event and one of the books I purchased was 'Disrespectfully Yours' by Raynesha Pittman.  I should note that this book is on Kindle Unlimited. As you know, as a reader, I'm a fan of Kindle Unlimited. If you're a reader looking to test a new author, KU is a good investment, especially in this market of....eh, that's a story for a different day. Back to Disrespectfully Yours.


Well to start, reading this book was stressful. There was nobody in this book I could root for, no one! Everybody had their own agenda and at times it got to be a bit too much. The book opens and we meet a young, teenage Meagan. She is blissfully in love with her godfather, who is planning on leaving his wife to marry the young girl. Yes, you read  that right. William waited until Meagan turned eighteen before he started to have sex with her and in the opening chapter of the story you get an eyeful. Not only had William been sleeping with his goddaughter, he had also been sleeping with her mother too, who happened to be his wife's best friend. 

Rita, Meagan's mother, and Clara, Rita's best friend and William's, had taught Meagan at a young age how to seduce married men and then cry rape afterwards so they could fleece the men for money. That had to be the most despicable thing a mother and godmother could teach a young girl. I was disgusted. As the story continued, we jumped ahead about twenty years I think. This was after Rita and Clara were killed in a car accident. By now William and Meagan are married. 

As the chapters progress we meet Devin, a twenty-five year old boy (can't call him a man) whom Meagan is cheating on William with and Angelo, the limo driver. I won't tell you anymore of the story because I've already given you enough spoilers, but let's just say by the end of the book, I was left asking myself, "what is the meaning of life?" There was nobody in this story that I was happy for at the end. This played out like one of those old nighttime soaps like Dynasty, Dallas, or Knots Landing or something. Not one character had any redeeming qualities. Devin had to be the most stupid human being on earth. He was  on his way to greatness and threw it all away. I didn't understand that. I was hoping he wouldn't be stupid enough to do what he had planned on doing, but in the end, he turned out to be as stupid as I thought him to be. I didn't like Clara, Rita, William, Devin, Tommy, Angelo Senior nor Meagan. The only reason I'll give Angelo Jr. a break is because he was  the only one with at least a  little bit of sense. 

But because the story line wasn't a bad one, I stuck with the book. In the end, I guess I could say everyone got what they had coming  to them. There were some editing issues like  when Mimi was talking to Meagan after the incident in the strip club, it said Tesha was talking when it should have been Mimi. There were others, but I didn't take time to make note of them. Because of that, I give this book  three pages (think three  stars). It's filled with drama, twists and  turns, salacious sex and a who done it that might still leave some shaking their heads. Nikki-Michelle recommends this book. 

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