After reading the copy on the back of this book I opened it up with some trepidation. It was billed as the story of a 13 year old prostitute named Baby whose father is a heroin addict; she cherishes "crumbs of happiness that fall into her lap". I only read it on the strength of a recommendation of a very good friend.
When I finished the novel, after 8 hours of sustained reading, I put it down and said, out loud:
So I advise you to set aside any preconceptions you might have made reading that summary.