What They Found: Love on 145th Street by Walter Dean Myers
Supposedly this collection of short stories is pulled together by the location of 145th Street, and some of the characters do cross stories. But to me there was no true common thread, and not a single character in here that I could care about. Myers' writing style varies wildly between stilted, archaic sounding narration and authentically urban sounding dialogue. I'm surprised I finished it, it's so far from being Myers at his best. A big NAY.