Roll Call is a true prison story with a cast of characters that include Mexican drug cartels, Southern California street gangs and Hell's Angels all fighting for their piece of the drug culture. In the middle of it all, B.J. is hell bent for destruction until he realizes his destiny in the nick of time.
Add a good detective squeezed out of the loop by an overzealous narcotic detective; a robust prison union trying to call the shots; a handful of drug criminals trying to find their conscience and you have the perfect recipe for a revolutionary uprising, bound by blood, all leaving the reader wondering, who are the real criminals?
Roll Call is a compelling and page-turning read. Told from the perspective of his own time in prison, tossed with a few bits here and there of fiction. The reader gets an upclose glimpse of what it's really like behind bars and what can happen with those close to you.
It's a long read, well over seven hundred pages, and at times, it gets a bit dry. But as the character's backgrounds emerge, the present begins to make sense and I found myself hoping that BJ would turn his life around. If you put your mind to it, you can do anything. Life is all about choices and Roll Call has good choices and bad, depicting consequences of both. It took me awhile, but I eventually got to the point I couldn't put this book down - I HAD to know what happened next. I was definitely not disappointed and glad that I stuck with it.
It's a long read, well over seven hundred pages, and at times, it gets a bit dry. But as the character's backgrounds emerge, the present begins to make sense and I found myself hoping that BJ would turn his life around. If you put your mind to it, you can do anything. Life is all about choices and Roll Call has good choices and bad, depicting consequences of both. It took me awhile, but I eventually got to the point I couldn't put this book down - I HAD to know what happened next. I was definitely not disappointed and glad that I stuck with it.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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