Skip to main content

Alibi by Terri Woods

Alibi I am very frustrated and disappointed with this novel.  I am frustrated because the premise of this story has alot of potential.
The story takes place in the 198o's when this thug ,called Nard, decides he wants to rob big time
drug dealer Simon Shuller in Philadelphia.  Things go horribly wrong ,as they are prone to do when
you decide to make your money illegally. What is supposed to be a simple robbery morphs into homicide.
enter Daisy Fogglethorp, who is a stripper that is willing to provide the alibi Nard need for the right price.
Even though we begin this story with the robbery , We actually spent way to much time with Daisy's character.   There was absolutely no background  for Nard or the logic behind trying to pull off this robbery
in the first place.  Although we spent an inordinate amount of time on the seedy aspects of Daisy's job.  The
only person that got any background info was Daisy's mother who wasn't even in the story long enough to
justify doing that.  I didn't get much of anything from Daisy's childhood.  She literally was a baby then a couple of pages later she's an adult!Two things you have to have ,in order for me to want to read about a fictional
character is :
a) some qualities that make him or her relatable
b)give me some insight as to what makes them do what they do.
I didn't get that here.  I felt like the author was relying heavily on "shock" value instead of  good imagery,sound plot development etcc... . I can only give this book 1 star out of 5 stars which means if you
see this book at the library don't check it out!
Ftc disclosure:  I would like to thank the Hatchett Book group for allowing me  the opportunity to review
this book.  I do not recieve money in exchange for the book review.


Marilu said…
When I first saw a giveaway of this book on a blog, I read the synopsis and thought it sounded really good. I entered the giveaway, and won.
I started reading it, but never finished it. The use of the N word, the F word and MF word really turned me off of it. I am not a total prude, and occasional curse words don't bother me, but I think I counted each one of the ones I mentioned at least 10 times within 5 pages!
lusravesandrants AT gmail DOT com

Popular posts from this blog

The Speed of Belief by Tracy K Smith (poem)

I didn't want to wait on my knees
In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise
Of breath, the burble in his throat. I didn't want the orchids or the trays
Of food meant to fortify that silence, Or to pray for him to stay or to go then
Finally toward that ecstatic light I didn't want to believe
What we believe in those rooms: That we are blessed, letting go,
Letting someone, anyone, Drag open the drapes and heave us Bak into our blinding, bright lives When your own sweet father died You woke before first light And ate half a plate of eggs and grits, And Drank a glass of milk. After  you'd left, I sat in your place And finished  the toast bits with jam And the cold eggs, the thick bacon Flanged in fat , savoring the taste. Then I slept, too young to know how narrow And grave the road before you seemed--- All the houses zipped tight , the night's Few clouds muddy as cold coffee. You stayed gone a week, and who were we Without your clean p…

Poem: In Texas Grass by Quincy Troupe

All along the rail
                                road tracks of texas
                               old train cars lay
                               rusted &overturned
                              like new african governments
                             long forgotten by the people
                              who built & rode them
                                till they couldn't run no more,
                              they remind me of old race horses
                             who've been put out to pasture
                            amongst the weeds
                            rain sleet &snow
                            till they die,rot away
                            like photos fading
                           in grandma's picture book,
                         of old black men in mississippi/texas
                         who sit on dilapidated porches,
                        that fall away
                       like dead man'…

The Life I led by Nikki Giovanni (poem)

i know my upper arms will grow
flabby it's true
of all the women in my family
i know that the purple views
like dead fish in Seine
will dot my legs one day
and my hands will wither while
my hair turns grayish white I know that
one day my teeth will move when
my lips smile
and a flutter of hair will appear
below my nose I hope
my skin doesn't change to those blotchy

i want my menses to be undifficult
i'd  very much prefer staying firm and slim
to grow old like a vintage wine fermenting
in old wooden vats with style
i'd like to be exquisite  I think

i will look forward to grandchildren
and my flowers  all my knickknacks in their places
and that quiet of the bombs not falling on Cambodia
settling  over my sagging breasts

i hope my shoulder finds a head that needs nestling
and my feet find a footstool after a good soaking
with Epsom salts

i hope I die
by the life I tried
to live