Okay, so I said previously that it would be difficult to talk about a book that makes me “sad.” But that may not be so true after all. Upon giving the topic more thought, a recent read came to mind, one that would actually require me to spoil major plot points to give an adequate explanation as to why, when I closed the book at the end, I felt a genuine sense of loss.
However, I shall not spoil anything. Instead, I will just give you the title of the book: Platinum by Aliya S. King.
Just to give a brief overview, Platinum tells the stories of four women whose lives revolve around the hip-hop music industry. They’re wives, girlfriends, mistresses; they’re mothers, business women, and superstars. And their lives are connected in one way or another. There’s Alex Maxwell, the journalist ghostwriting the memoir of Cleopatra Wright, a video vixen who’s rocked the mic of every MC on the Billboard charts. (See what I did there?) There’s also Beth Saddlebrook, wife to fading rap star Z and mother to his unruly sons, and her best friend, platinum-selling R&B diva Kipenzi Hill. Finally, there’s Josephine Bennett, a successful fashion maven married to superproducer Ras.
