As much as I liked How It Went Down, the author's previous venture into BlackLivesMatter and social justice territory, I appreciated this one even more. Readers will be able to follow the plot and pick up on the characters and how they relate without having read the previous book, also set in the Underhill neighborhood, but I wouldn't suggest it since the new book gains emotional strength from the writing but also from the effects of the violence and murder that occurred in its predecessor. Two years have passed since Tariq's death, and his best friend, Tyrell, is still haunted by that tragedy and trying to "win" by burying himself in his college courses and texts. But when a thirteen-year-old girl is shot by a police officer as dusk falls, he finds himself dragged into the conflict, accompanying two classmates, one white and one black, to the growing protests in his neighborhood's streets. The author deftly shares multiple perspectives on the death of Shae Tatum, allowing readers to witness the reaction of the white police officer who shot her, various organizers and protesters, and the news media and spin doctors. Although sympathetic white characters are hard to find in this story, the author offers some hope that things may change even while highlighting the many different ways those who are oppressed may express their dissatisfaction, even through art or tagging. There are some interesting points expressed here concerning the civil rights movement and how change was motivated more by economics than a change of heart, and it was hard for this middle-class, privileged white woman to stomach some of the remarks and antics of Robb, the white college boy who has good intentions but is less "woke" than he thinks he is. While some reviewers didn't find some of the romances necessary, they made sense to me since love blossoms under the most stressful conditions. I'm torn about my feelings toward Brick, the leader of a local gang, and his own actions and reactions. I tend to think the author has romanticized the role of men like Brick and their possible involvement in movements toward social justice, but then again, his final ruminations on how much time he has left to live, given his violent lifestyle and association with the gang, tempted me to see him as a martyr for the cause down the road. Nevertheless, there are enough loose ends dangling here to make me hope for another book following these characters. Add this one to a shelf with All-American Boys, Long Way Down, The Hate U Give, and prepare for a lively discussion if you share this with friends. It might not be a perfect book, but it certainly will open some eyes and minds. This author just keeps getting better as she delivers the truth as she sees it.