It’s hard to know where to start besides the obvious: READ THIS BOOK.
Quick Plot Summary: The Hate U Give is about a sixteen-year-old African American girl caught between the two worlds she inhabits: Garden City, the economically disadvantaged neighborhood where she lives, and Williamson Prep, the elite private school she attends in the suburbs. In her struggle to belong in both worlds, we see Starr constantly jockeying to make the transition between home and school appear seamless.
In and of itself, that alone could fill a book, but first-time novelist Angie Thomas has decided to take on an incendiary current issue besides. She puts Starr in a car with a childhood friend when he is pulled over by the police, shot, and killed. As the sole witness, Starr has to grapple with a difficult choice: whether to speak up on Khalil’s behalf, or maintain her safety and anonymity at the expense of justice. Continue reading “The Hate U Give”
Let’s make this month a trifecta of book posts, shall we?
We’re approaching May 1st, and I was remembering the day of protests back in 2006, when I was teaching in San Francisco. My high school students, many first generation, took the protests incredibly seriously, and I remember being impressed at how many of them took the day to do thoughtful work, and how few looked upon the boycott as an excuse to just miss school.
I was lucky enough to be at a school that encouraged discussion with and support of our students, so we spent a lot of time talking that week – in advisory, in class, in the hall. We don’t often give our young people enough credit for their thoughts and ideas, particularly as they think upon the state of the world and the way in which they can make their voices heard.
I stumbled across this post recently. You know how I love lists of book recommendations – well, this one seems timely.
Stella Cat turned 16 in August. We brought her home from the pound when I was just a few months out of college, so small she slept in her food dish. She’s seen me through love, loss, divorce, uncertainty, joy, and a cross-country move. She is the love of my life. She is not doing very well this week.
The vet is cautiously optimistic, but I know that even if she comes home this time, I’m facing the reality of losing her in the fairly near future.
In many ways, for many of us, these loves are more personal, more profound, than any other relationships we have. For those without a pet, there are no words to explain this strangely deep and meaningful connection. The logical triviality of it (“it’s just a pet!”) doesn’t measure up to this kind of grief. Continue reading “On Loss, Grief, Cats, and Picture Books”