Despite the low rating, it is not that I disliked this book.
It is just that I see it as weak anthropology.
It reads as a very interesting diary, as we read about the experience of the author and the girls that comprise her list of informants. The stories are fun, interesting, and written in a very caring way.
So I wouldn't say I dislike the experience of reading it. That being said, as an anthropological work, it really didn't earn its spot as a good work.
It doesn't really engage with theory as much as it should, and when it does, it conceptualizes what I would pretty much consider a very common device of the everyday human experience (the act of shifting oneself according to the situation and how you wish to be perceived by the group you are talking to) as somehow a uniquely "black girl" strategy of resistance. And even then, for something that holds the title of the book, you would think she would give this concept more importance, but that never happens.
In conclusion, a good enjoyable read as story telling, not really a good read as ethnographical work...