I recognized all the signs of abuse and control before they escalated. That kept me from feeling the originality and authenticity of the story. I always like trying to figure out the ending, but I am always thrown in the end.īut I couldn’t help but to feel like the story was just rehashing all of the stories of the women victimized by R. This book made me question my sanity (similarly to how Black women and girls are made to always question their sanity). I still loved Jackson’s mastery of the plot twist. I can’t simply say that I did not enjoy the book. I like reading books when I have zero expectations, although I guess I had high expectations just because I love the author. Jackson, and people kept talking about it all over #bookstagram. The only thing I knew about Grown was that I was definitely going to read it because Tiffany D. I missed out on the pre-order to get some sweet bamboo earrings. I was super excited to see Jackson’s new release earlier this fall. It was great commentary on the trauma Black woman and girls are subjected to and how the world blames them for that trauma or forgets about them completely. I was so taken with Monday’s Not Coming when I read it earlier this year. But fame comes with a price, and she finds herself caught in the hell that is Korey Fields (you have to say the whole thing like Peter Kavinsky). Before the body, we see Enchanted trying to get her big break as a singer, with the help of Korey Fields. The story opens with Enchanted Jones coming to after a blackout with blood-beet juice-on her hands, presumably the blood of the mega star, Korey Fields.

An all-powerful and dearly beloved R&B singer who has his sights on fresh, under-aged, talent? One with a dark side and who likes power and control? Seems a lot like the whole docuseries Surviving R. Jackson, I had an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

Grown by tiffany jackson