• Booktastically Amazing

Grown

by The Devil (Tiffany D. Jackson)


Spoiler-Free Synopsis:


Korey Fields is dead.


When Enchanted Jones wakes with blood on her hands and zero memory of the previous night, no one—the police and Korey’s fans included—has more questions than she does. All she really knows is that this isn't how things are supposed to be. Korey was Enchanted’s ticket to stardom.


Before there was a dead body, Enchanted was an aspiring singer, struggling with her tight knit family’s recent move to the suburbs while trying to find her place as the lone Black girl in high school. But then legendary R&B artist Korey Fields spots her at an audition. And suddenly her dream of being a professional singer takes flight.


Enchanted is dazzled by Korey’s luxurious life but soon her dream turns into a nightmare. Behind Korey’s charm and star power hides a dark side, one that wants to control her every move, with rage and consequences. Except now he’s dead and the police are at the door. Who killed Korey Fields?


All signs point to Enchanted.

I'll literally construct a sign entirely made out of red flags saying. BEWARE, A FREAKING RED FLAG.

Because somehow, everyone missed this detail.


Rating: 🚩🚩🚩🚩 4.4


My name is Emotionally Unavailable, and I'm here to speak about my wonderful experience with this book. There's a type of mental phenomenon, and I don't know if you've heard it before, but it's called:


The Tiffany Massacre


It's a certain occurrence that mostly happens whilst reading Tiffany D. Jackson's books. You are most likely to depend on excessive use of the words: OHMYGOSH, HOLYMOTHEROFARTEMIS, and CANYOUPLEASEASTOPDOINGTHISTOMYHEART. Needless to say, your throat might end up metaphorically dead and your synapses (that's french for brainal divorce) amongst other vital things, such as:


a.) Your emotional capacity to operate like a human.

b.) The woeful absence of mouth control, because yes, your mouth will maybe be held aloft by gravity.

c.) Your ability to move on.

In a state of miscommunication and utter dismemberment from the other senses.

Frankly, the suffering will all be made for entertainment purposes, and you might either end up falling in love, hating it, or being in neutral with the final result.


Have I made my case as clear as possible? Okay, now I really need to say another thing that might contradict everything up there:

This book was not Tiffany's best.


Do not get me wrong, I loved every word, and every paragraph. But when placing Allegedly right behind this book, the shadow is far too extreme to uphold. Hence, the lower rating for this story. Ugh, too poetic (not), I'm not like this.

This book was merely okay, on the other hand, Allegedly could spit on my hair and I would dutifully scrape the saliva out with a spork. And thank it for even deigning to admit that my presence is actually... present.


The plot of this book was incredibly intriguing at first, second, and twentieth glance. Because yes, as we all know, when a normal person finds a book even mildly delicious sounding, you do everything to avoid said book. Kind of like seeing a hardcover with a jacket on and the jacket is so beautiful you don't even want to take it off to see what's underneath. Remember y'all, we all have flaws. Books have them too, doesn't mean I have to like them though-

I loved the pace of the story, it isn't the first book of this author I've read (i.e. attempted to read) in one setting. Of which, I end up in a bookish coma. Filled with blurry eyes, trembling fingers and the urge to eat a whole piece of the atmosphere in one bite. I adored how it kept me on my toes, how it kept me trying to play detective (which as we all know, nobody should ever give me a job like that. I'll inadvertently kill someone and end up framing myself for a different crime), I enjoyed the storyline so incredibly much- until the end result. If you haven't read Allegedly, it might seem as more of a surprise as it did to me, because I'd already guessed that particular outcome. Which I disliked for myself, but it did give me a reprieve of the remembrance of Allegedly.


Darn it, that book was heaven in a gift bag.


In short, the storyline in this book was quick, impactful, dark and mouthwatering. Without counting the end (I will annoy everyone by repeating this statement 456 times)


I have one thing to say about the writing (amongst many I want to scream about. *snort*) I loved it. I love it, present tense. I crave for more of it, like I crave for donuts. I needed this writing in my life, and I got it. Forever shall my heart be in its wings of darkness. Yes, I need to be melodramatic to explain everything it made me feel. Porfavor, jump onto the next section. I will cry about how beautiful the writing is in my lonesome realm of mortal turmoil.


Every character in every Tiffany D.'s books conflict with me in some way or another. Most of them are horrible and the other half that isn't... still is pretty horrible, to be honest.


The MC was the source of my 2 am hate filled speeches. My frustration and fury gave birth to this young lady that made me want to strangle her with her own foolish imagination. I still really liked her though. (me trying to make amends with myself because I almost always rant against the protagonist. I'm sorry, are they supposed to be actually intelligent? Pfft, look who's talking, my goodness) I liked her strength, albeit it made itself really, REALLY scarce throughout the novel. I don't blame her though. I was even infatuated with Korey. For a little while, until a certain RED FLAG (yes, they existed) made itself present and then I was aghast at how blatantly it was ignored. Mind you, I've never actually been in a situation like this, but come on. He's 29 (? 28? Dang my crappy memory. He was too old, that's it) going on fifty, and SOMEHOW along the way, everyone forgot about that tiny detail. Exqueeze my Español, no es no. In English, Spanish, and French. How did they mess up three languages in a row, I shall never know. Overall, even though I despised her for 608 pages out of 384, I can see why she was fooled the way she was. I fell for him too, girl. I fell for him too...


And the knife did the same, if you couldn't tell. (bahahahaha)


Next on the prescription bottle on how to cure my obsession with this author, the parents. And yes, I will do an entire section on them.


*me to the wonderful people that were her mom and dad*

Here, take a seat. I want to yell at you for a while.


How were both of you- so. stupid? Seriously, it's not a rhetorical question. I really need to know. First, the girl is your child. Duh, but I wanted to make sure both of you know the gist of it. Secondly, said child wanted to make a record with a known star, with the promise of having a guardian with said child. Y'all never thought of searching for the darn guy????? Ever heard of research? I'm sorry, but no. If my parents knew that I was going with an adult guy on a tour (alone), they would say no. And if I were to make a complaint, well... I'll see y'all in my tombstone at 3o clock.


(read: Here lies a gal who accomplished nothing in life and was gone as a result of her own sheer stupidity #Quedolor.org)


In simpler terms, no is no. Male adult that lusts after child quite obviously, also a no. Red flags? Yes. Because I need to force reverse psychology on these people.

*smile like you mean to do no harm*


The rest of the background characters were constructed quite well, however, I did feel like their interactions, especially the MC's supposed BFF with the MC, were forced. Like, they weren't the best they could've been. I felt a little meh with the friendship, a lot ew with the second maybe romance thingy, and frankly, that was one of the few weaker points of this book. If only the first 'plot twist' would've stayed like that... if only.


Oh! And that brings me to the thing that mostly pooped on my happiness. The actual ending. See, for me it felt a tad bit predictable (although it didn't take much out of the story, it just didn't add a lot into it), and maybe I felt a tad disappointed. But just because of the previous book I had read from the author. Ugh, maybe I'm just stuck looking for flaws that weren't there.


Or MAYBE Tiffany didn't have the talk with Mr. Devil and had to come up with it along with one of his henchmen. Tell me she doesn't have convos with the guy. It's impossible, I know.


On a closing note, this book gave me chills, shivers and a lot more signs that may have been the onset of a cold, but I like to think it was the book making all these symptoms come to life. The whole book was amazing as a whole, I adored how everything was explained, how all of the scenery changed from lovesick teenager to a love-stricken victim fighting for a way out. I relished every mention of actual common sense and felt amongst equals, in the 'missing brain' crowd that submerged this novel in a swamp of greatness infused suffering.


I shall leave now, dahlings. And visit the pharmacy for some cure for 'Getting Over A Book'. Any prescriptions that aren't actual drugs?

I promise I'm actually free of any harmful substance apart from my preference for dark books.


😏


HONORABLE MENTIONS:

  • The amount of yelling I did during this book.

  • How well the antagonist was written. Dang it, I was fooled.

  • The flipping writing. FGHYUIDOLKJHGDTYUIKSJNDBDHJKL

  • My open mouth at the end.

This was a journey that I will partake again in when my soul knits itself together again.

Whenever that may be.