I realized that no matter how much I wanted the past to remain intact,
what was would never be again. We all got older. We all moved on.
And maybe things were supposed to change...
Funny, intelligent, and, above all, relevant, Free Style is an inspiring novel about two thirtysomething married moms -- one who is separated and the other whose marriage is hanging on by a thread. They decide to escape their to-do lists to revisit their past at Club 90, a nightclub they frequented in the early nineties. There they meet up with old friends and lost loves and dance their troubles away to Lisa Lisa and C&C Music Factory. But when they're hit with a shocking dose of reality, they must decide whether to stay in the past or move on.
More than just a fun read, Free Style explores serious issues that women grapple with all the time -- keeping romantic relationships alive, dealing with unexpected illness, single motherhood, and the need to come to terms with the past.
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FREE STYLEUser Review - Jane Doe - Kirkus
Nieves-Powell, a writer, director and producer whose credits include the off-Broadway show Yo Soy Latina!, makes her fiction debut with this novel about a 30-something Latina mom looking for her true ... Read full review
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