The dogs ran through the yard kicking up ruckus outside. They said that dogs could hear a man coming down the road from a mile away due to their superior auditory mechanism. Something was coming and the dogs were afraid. Diamond rolled over in her bed and fell back into a deep sleep. She could have sworn she heard noises outside but then people always checking her Uncle early in the morning. She was falling back into a deep sleep when she heard a strong thud. Diamond looked out the window, the place was chillingly silent. She knew what that silence meant, she had experienced it several times...

The Country Gyal Journal is not primarily love story. The narrator writes her thoughts and events from her life that she assumes needs to be written down. It is a story and a diary in one. Terry is not afraid of life, she is a dreamer, determined to become something more than the natal circumstances that she was born into. Most heroines in Crystal Evans Novels brings a piece of herself into the character that makes the protagonist realistic. You do not read a Crystal Evans Book and not feel as if you are in the story and that thsi character is talking to you.

The club reeked of incense that killed the smell of weed, fuck and liquor. It was a rundown building in the midst of Kingston, on the back road where respectable men took their Downtown Girlfriends and came for the occasional ghetto slam. Men would be seen filing in and out of the club twenty four hours like an ATM and the Go-Go's came out in full swing to get some air in the daylight. It was a sight to behold, variety on top of variety of bodies from scrawny to mampy, every flavor of the week, different sizes and shapes for every male folk. This was not Fiction or Usain Bolts Tracks and...

Most women wanted their first child to be a girl but I prayed for a son and I believe it probably had something to do with my love for men. I have been accused all my life for "lubbing too much man"". I loved men. Brown men, black men and bleachers; tall men, short men, wild men and Christians. Rich or poor, scammer, drug men, doctors and cane cutters; as long as it name ""man"", my teeth be grinning from ear to ear.

My childs father, Jerr was the love of my life. I knew I wanted to be with him from the first day I spoke to him, tall, handsome, sitting on his blue Honda civic in a blue...