Just a young girl from my own point of view who is quite lively while growing up telling a story uniquely. The plot is about the author's will, journey while going on into many stages of life, experiences are felt more or less to a certain degree each time. Animatedly full of thought as each processes throughout the story in Route Sixty. Speaking thoughtfully which sometimes people detest but pushing through regardless of such thoughts to begin with. Leaving us all open mouthed with nothing to say while pursuing things with heart, grit like no one ever before did. Our author is witty, plays with straight edges no matter what the cost. This book will light your fire as long as you desire to read about a woman who is much like you, pretty, vibrant, vivacious. Each step as she takes on friends, her neighborhood, parents divorce, men especially romance, all in the namesake of finding herself Antasia who was just a girl from Plano, Texas. Living in the world as an African American female was not meant to be, to feel come off in any way as easy. I've been meaning to write this book for years now as I've grown. This novel did too, as well, starting out as memoir then morphed into a drama series of non stop events from family. To the hustle of jobs to starting a business. To Trump in office, to going to school, many different ones, as the unusual enrollment person. To loan forgiveness to that getting held up in court due to those who oppose the bill. To a house fire was coming to smoke, ash and flames. To those memories well the drama that started all of the burning down of the house to begin with. To weird women saying things out of pocket, to keeping the peace to still calling the police on men. To have a baby for the first time after never thinking that I would with a dream guy ever. Boy God has got these ways about how things work, go, and not RiRi you know how it goes, work, work, work, work, and what about Cinderella, man was that girl, as pretty as she was a worker! There were days when our family was straight going to tear each other smooth apart. I wouldn't be surprised if it was limb by limb. For the money, power, for anything hell, a hit a season in time when our family was touched severely by crack, heroine and shooting up, and it was devastating to say the least. It was a time where cousins and I were the worst type of setups in the world. For harm, pain, that was made for the worse of news, in local Cleveland, OH. See there I didn't mention a girl from Plano. Then did I? NOPE. Thank God too, though because that peace was forever shattered, sadly, but that is drama for you. Though which is what sells right, at first it was to have been sex, then a ex of my own mother comes to mind with this weird as music I've never heard my own father say such lyrics to myself that was too, weird well hell raunchy but, hey again that is drama for you in the worse degree. But as luck would have it I was doomed to hear it anyway and so I did. I'd listen to that song SEX, and boy was it with tears in the water of the shower. The court system needs to know that in the USA we can do better, if you've kept trying just a little mix up now in order to really fix the ending goal, morally is ideal but if this world were mine. As time was going there were neighbors that were a bit much, constantly in the throes of slamming their doors, hard at all hours of the night, day as well. They were not the friendliest of types which was weird. I am the quiet one and yet I was the person who was labeled as the friendly part. I just don't get it. The neighborhood was supposed to be more upper, you know what I am saying, but just like that it wasn't anymore. It was filled with late nights, drunks, and cars everywhere with more drama than you could ever even imagine. So, what does that reveal about our true nature