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The Hate U Give

A National Book Award Longlist title with eight starred reviews! #1 New York Times Bestseller!”Absolutely riveting!” —Jason Reynolds”Stunning.” —John Green”This story is necessary. This story is important.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)”Heartbreakingly topical.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)”A marvel of verisimilitude.” —Booklist (starred review)”A powerful, in-your-face novel.” —The Horn Book (starred review)Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed.Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil’s name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr. But what Starr does—or does not—say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life…

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A National Book Award Longlist title with eight starred reviews! #1 New York Times Bestseller!

"Absolutely riveting!" —Jason Reynolds

"Stunning." —John Green

"This story is necessary. This story is important." —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"Heartbreakingly topical." —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"A marvel of verisimilitude." —Booklist (starred review)

"A powerful, in-your-face novel." —The Horn Book (starred review)

Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed.

Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil’s name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr.

But what Starr does—or does not—say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life.

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The Hate U Give, Angie Thomas' debut young adult bestseller, is a cry for change, a plea to be seen, and an absolutely heartfelt, accessible and take-no-prisoners story that drops its reader right into the middle of the front page news. What amazes me about Angie Thomas' writing is the deft, honest way she writes her characters--the ones on both sides of the narrative's conflict as well as all those mired in the crosshairs--so that each one can be understood on an empathetic level. The reader finds herself rooting for the ex-gang member, laughing at the upper crust boyfriend, cringing at the offhand remarks of a would-be friend. Thomas plays out both sides of the story for the reader--all perspectives on an issue that so desperately needs to be addressed from the very inside out as witnessed by the teenaged Starr Carter, an idealistic, bruised, wise and funny character drawn so realistically she could've sat in any of my classrooms when I taught high school. I was afraid to read this book because I knew it would be powerful. I am so glad I read this book solely because of its power--and that is all because of Thomas's remarkable way to bring the reader into the very world she's trying to show us.

Perspective

When I was twenty-two, a friend and I rented an apartment across the street from Swarthmore College, in an ancient building I hated before we even signed the lease.  We were poor, my friend and I, both starting out in publishing, not even making two thousand dollars a month, and the place was within walking distance of the SEPTA train to our jobs in Philly, so we took it.  The apartment had once been grand, and the rooms were large. Then we were told the elderly resident before us had died in the kitchen.  Bugs, as it turned out, had taken her place. The elevator was one of those gated contraptions from–I swear–before the time of the Model T and Prohibition, and was broken most of the time, and everyone on our floor, including me, swore the place was haunted. Well, aren’t you just glad you decided to read this post? It gets better, honest. One of the worst features our “historic” building–even worse than the creatures tap-dancing in our kitchen–was the decrepit laundry room in the basement of the building. It was dirty, and dark…