Roll Call is a 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?
Glenn Langohr's other books include: Upon Release ( Roll Call Volume 2 ) .99 cents with kindle, Race Riots ( Prison Killers Book 1 ), Lock Up Diaries ( Prison Killers Book 2 ), Gladiator ( Prison Killers Book 3 ) and Underdog ( Prison Killers Book 4 )
This book can and should be made into a movie! It made me think of OZ, the TV show that was on HBO. I have wondered what it was like for one to be in prison, especially if they were arrested for drug possession and were in a cell with someone who committed murder. It gives me the willies! The author starts the book out by introducing us to his way of life and why he got into selling and dealing. Being a HS teacher I have seen and been around students who decided to make their way of life "profitable" like BJ did when he was a teen. It was amazing to hear some of the ways he "got away" and who was actually the bad guys in the story. While in prison, BJ described many horrific situations and ways prisoners communicate. It was easy to get sucked into the plot line and the emotional battles of the characters in the book. This would be a great book to include in a summer reading program or in a 'Scared Straight' program. It was not as harsh as others have said, with the prison violence and all, but an eye opener to all who have no experience or knowledge besides what the movies show us.
All though the book I thought it mirrored Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken poem.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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