Her Hairdo Was Phat But That Don't Mean Nothing When You Don't Know How To Accessorize. Winter's Reaction The First Time She Hears Souljah Speak Is Typical: How Is This Bitch Supposed To Help The Community When She Don't Know How To Rock Her Shit? I Checked Her Arm, No Rolex, Not Even A Timex, Nothing. Winter's Father Goes To Jail, And Her Survival Becomes The Story. (even Her Twin Sisters Are Named Mercedes And Lexus.) But Then The Whip Comes Down In The Form Of Young And Hungry Competitors And Rico-empowered Federal Agents. Versace, Courvoisier, Chanel, Moet - There Are Enough Brand Names To Make Bret Easton Ellis Proud. The First Part Plays Like A Protracted Rap Video: Everything Is Fly And Phat, Winter's Father Spares His Wife And Daughters No Luxury, And Nothing Is Generic. She Walks Through The Story With One Hand On Er Hip, Tossing Off Withering Observations On Men And Money, And Her Voice Is The Book's Greatest Strength. Winter Is Precocious, Babacious And As Tough As A Hollow-point Bullet. Her Debut Novel, the Coldest Winter Ever, Is The Streetwise, Life-of-crime Saga Of Winter Santiaga, The Teenage Daughter Of A Brooklyn Drug Kingpin And A Girl Much Like Those Souljah Says She Meets All The Time In Her Work With The African Youth Survival Camp (for Homeless Children) And Daddy's House Social Programs (funded By Sean Puffy Combs). Souljah, Who Threw It Right Back At Him, Saying She'd Be Damned If She Was Going To Be His Willie Horton, Went On To Recording And Publishing Contracts. Jesse Jackson And His Crew (with Whom Souljah Was Affiliated). In The Summer Of 1992, Presidential Candidate Bill Clinton Bashed New York Community Activist Sister Souljah For Her Statement If Black People Kill Black People Every Day, Why Not Have A Week And Kill White People? Clinton Was Trying To Prove To White Democrats That He Wasn't Beholden To The Rev. You Will Never Forget This Winter's Tale. The Coldest Winter Ever Marks The Debut Of A Gifted Storyteller. Unwilling To Lose, This Ghetto Girl Will Do Anything To Stay On Top. But When A Cold Winter Wind Blows Her Life In A Direction She Doesn't Want To Go, Her Street Smarts And Seductive Skills Are Put To The Test Of A Lifetime. Quick-witted, Sexy, And Business-minded, She Knows And Loves The Streets Like The Curves Of Her Own Body. Ghetto-born, Winter Is The Young, Wealthy Daughter Of A Prominent Brooklyn Drug-dealing Family. Snowstorms, So My Mother Named Me Winter. I Came Busting Into The World During One Of New York's Worst Renowned Hip-hop Artist, Writer, And Activist Sister Souljah Brings The Streets Of New York To Life In A Powerful And Utterly Unforgettable First Novel.
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