review of several books; from 2009, but still very much worth your time:
I bailed my mom out of jail once. She made her one phone call not to a lawyer or adult friend, but to her son. “Come get me, I’m in the lockup in Raleigh,” she said. I asked a friend old enough to drive to take me out there. I couldn’t have been older than fourteen.
The cop behind the desk tried to comfort me. The white kid from the suburbs didn’t represent his normal constituency, I’m guessing. “Assault can mean a lot of things.” He took out his comb and touched my arm with it. “There, I just assaulted you, technically,” he said.
I didn’t feel better.