My elder daughter is a Tupac Shakur fan, something I've never understood. After reading this book, I can see why. Angie Thomas is a fan of Tupac, too, and the title comes from his album THUG LIFE -- The Hate U Give Little Infants F***s Everybody.
There has been a lot of buzz around The Hate U Give (a movie version was released in the US last year), and rightly so. Angie Thomas takes us inside Starr's world, a world that most white Australians would know little about. Starr is a girl from Garden Heights, a black neighborhood where gangs and drug dealing and shooting deaths are part of everyday life. She is also a student at the predominantly white, middle class school of Williamson, where she has found a white boyfriend, Chris, and learned to 'manage' her blackness so as not to be too confronting for her classmates.
The novel begins with the shocking murder of Starr's childhood friend Khalil by a white police officer. As the only witness to the shooting, Starr is immediately in danger, and the book shows the push and pull of her conflicting loyalties in the media circus and investigation that follows. Starr wants to speak up for her friend, but she also wants to protect her family, from the warring gangs of the neighborhood and from the attentions of the police. But nothing is simple in Starr's world: her beloved uncle is also a police officer; her father spent time in jail, but as a trade-off so he could be released from gang allegiance; her boyfriend is white and rich, but he honestly tries to understand Starr's life.
I loved the way that Starr was automatically cool at school, but too daggy for the neighborhood. And I loved the way that her passion for justice slowly builds, so that by the end of the book, Starr has learned to use her own weapon: her voice. Realistically, there is no happy ending here, but there is certainly hope.
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30.1.17
A Song for Ella Grey
Controversial winner of the Guardian Prize for children's literature in 2015, David Almond's A Song for Ella Grey may not be suitable for twelve year olds (some twelve year olds, anyway), but it is a beautiful, deep and lyrical book, a re-telling of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, transplanted to the north of England. Told through the voice of Ella's loving best friend Claire, a group of seventeen year old friends explore love and music and art and friendship, tasting the fullness of adult life, pushing the boundaries of being young and carefree. Except that the joys of adult life are shadowed by darkness...
This is such a beautiful book, told in short, poetic chapters. I so wish my book group had chosen this title as our Music-themed YA novel for this month instead of The Sky is Everywhere; it is an infinitely better book in every way. Alas, I fear that while The Sky is Everywhere is in danger of being read to death, few teens will pick up Ella Grey, which is a terrible shame. In its pages I saw reflected the intense yet loose adolescent friendship group of my 15 year old daughter: their hunger for life, their delight in each other, their adventurousness, their sharp edges, and their tenderness with each other.
A children's book? Maybe not. But a book for kids who are ready/not-ready to grow up.
This is such a beautiful book, told in short, poetic chapters. I so wish my book group had chosen this title as our Music-themed YA novel for this month instead of The Sky is Everywhere; it is an infinitely better book in every way. Alas, I fear that while The Sky is Everywhere is in danger of being read to death, few teens will pick up Ella Grey, which is a terrible shame. In its pages I saw reflected the intense yet loose adolescent friendship group of my 15 year old daughter: their hunger for life, their delight in each other, their adventurousness, their sharp edges, and their tenderness with each other.
A children's book? Maybe not. But a book for kids who are ready/not-ready to grow up.
29.8.11
Party Observations
Last weekend I went to a 21st birthday party. It was the first 21st birthday party I've been to since I was...um, 21.
Some things I noticed:
1) The music was very loud. So loud that conversation was rendered almost impossible. (But only people over 21 are interested in talking, right?)
2) Frocks at the moment are extremely short. Almost not even frocks, actually. More like a bandage that barely covers the midriff. Or the chest.
3) Shoes at the moment are kinda horribly ugly. "Nude" (ie white-people flesh colour), chunky, with thick straps around the ankle. This left a lot of LEG exposed between the microscopic frock and the hideous shoes. Possibly too much leg. I genuinely thought that the aunties, and even the grandmas, looked a lot more attractive than the lassies did.
4) Girls make a lot more effort in dressing up than boys do (I think this has been true forever, though)
5) The music was from the 80s - long before most of the guests were born! I have a theory about this -- was that the last era when music could be a truly popular experience, before the consumption of music became a private, fragmented, i-pod thing to do? The last time it was possible for everyone recognise the same songs, and could dance to them? (You can't really dance to Nirvana.)
Anyway, even if I have become a grumpy old lady, I still had fun.
PS Two nice reviews of Crow Country here and here. Thank you, lovely ladies!
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