It took me a month to finish reading the 344-page authorized biography of Tupac Shakur. In one part, I had been busy skiing and snowboarding. In another part, I didn’t want the book to end. Through Staci Robinson’s exceptional writing, I wanted to ride with Pac for as long as I could. I knew the ending would be heartbreaking. I still remember hearing the horrific news about his passing after getting shots. My heart dropped. In addition to Pac’s life, Robinson delved into his mother’s life and the influences she had on her son. An engaging and breathtaking read.