by Tiffany D. Jackson
YA Mystery, Contemporary
Mary B. Addison killed a baby.
Allegedly. She didn’t say much in that first interview with detectives, and the media filled in the only blanks that mattered: A white baby had died while under the care of a churchgoing black woman and her nine-year-old daughter. The public convicted Mary and the jury made it official. But did she do it? She wouldn’t say.
Mary survived six years in baby jail before being dumped in a group home. The house isn’t really “home”—no place where you fear for your life can be considered a home. Home is Ted, who she meets on assignment at a nursing home.
There wasn’t a point to setting the record straight before, but now she’s got Ted—and their unborn child—to think about. When the state threatens to take her baby, Mary must find the voice to fight her past. And her fate lies in the hands of the one person she distrusts the most: her Momma. No one knows the real Momma. But who really knows the real Mary?
Tiffany D Jackson is one of my auto buy authors, for sure. I just love her books so much and her writing style. Surprisingly, however, her debut was the last of her books that I read. I love Grown so much back in September that I literally had to read Allegedly straight away because it had been on my TBR pile for so long!
Allegedly has one of the most hooking premises I’ve heard in a long time. When Mary B. Addison allegedly murders a baby whilst her mother is babysitting, her whole world is forever changed. But the public perceived only one side of the truth, and now Mary is all grown up and adamant to tell the truth of what truly that happened that night.
Well, as always, simply put, another fantastic book from Jackson. I’m surprised it took me so long to finally get around to this, but I’m so glad I did. The story was thrilling from the very first page to the last, and at no point did I find my eyes tore away from the story. She really knows how to take control of the narrative as a writer and completely enchant her readers.
I think my favourite thing about this book was the characters – which, knowing Jackson’s books, I shouldn’t even be surprised. She had such an eclectic and unique cast of characters who I equally rooted for and despised – from Mary herself to Momma to the vicious girls in the group home and even the questionable Ted. All of these characters were developed and fleshed out so well that they really added to the experience of reading this, and they almost made it seem like it was a real story being told in front of my eyes.
As much as I did enjoy this, I have to say I think this might be my least favourite Tiffany D. Jackson book out of the four she’s written. Not that it was bad, but one thing about this that I wasn’t too keen on was the constant twists and turns. Jackson is no stranger to a plot twist, but I felt there was a constant state of distrust from the very first page that maybe took me out of the story a bit and left me a little confused. Very effective way of portraying these certain types of characters, but, I don’t know, I think it sort of left a bitter taste on my tongue.
Saying that though hurts because I think Tiffany D Jackson is a wonderfully talented writer and I can’t wait to devour her entire future bibliography!