The Hate U Give pdf Summary Download by Angie Thomas

The Hate U Give pdf by Angie Thomas  is a 2017 young adult novel by American writer Angie Thomas. It is Thomas’s debut novel, expanded from a short story she wrote in college in reaction to the police shooting of Oscar Grant. The book is narrated by Starr Carter, a 16-year-old African-American girl from a poor neighborhood who attends an elite private school in a predominantly white, affluent part of the city. Starr becomes entangled in a national news story after she witnesses a white police officer shoot and kill her childhood friend, Khalil. She speaks up about the shooting in increasingly public ways, and social tensions culminate in a riot after a grand jury decides not to indict the police officer for the shooting.

The Hate U Give was published on February 28, 2017, by HarperCollins imprint Balzer + Bray, which had won a bidding war for the rights to the novel. The book was a commercial success, debuting at number one on The New York Times young adult best-seller list, where it remained for 50 weeks. It won several awards and received critical praise for Thomas’s writing and timely subject matter. In this article, you will be able to download the pdf version of the hate u give by Angie Thomas as well as do the following:

The hate u give Summary by Angie Thomas

Starr Carter is a 16-year-old black girl, who lives in the fictional mostly poor black neighborhood of Garden Heights, but attends an affluent predominantly white private school, Williamson Prep. After a shooting breaks up a party Starr is attending, she is driven home by her childhood best friend and sometimes crush Khalil. They are stopped by a white police officer. The officer instructs Khalil, who is black, to exit the car; while outside the car, Khalil leans into the driver-side window to check in on Starr and to grab a hair brush. The officer assumes he is grabbing a gun and shoots Khalil three times, killing him.

Starr agrees to an interview with police about the shooting after being encouraged by her Uncle Carlos, who is also a detective. Carlos was a father figure to Starr when her father, Maverick, spent three years in prison for gang activity. Following his release, Maverick left the gang and became the owner of the Garden Heights grocery store where Starr and her older half-brother Seven work. Maverick was only allowed to leave his gang, the King Lords, because he confessed to a crime to protect gang-leader King. Widely feared in the neighborhood, King now lives with Seven’s mother, Seven’s half-sister Kenya, who is friends with Starr, and Kenya’s little sister, Lyric.

Khalil’s death becomes a national news story. The media portrays Khalil as a gang banger and drug dealer, while portraying the white officer who killed him more favorably. Starr’s identity as the witness is initially kept secret from everyone outside Starr’s family, including her younger brother Sekani. Keeping the secret from her white boyfriend Chris and her best friends Hailey Grant and Maya Yang – who all attend Williamson Prep – weighs on Starr, as does her need to keep her Williamson and Garden Heights personalities separate. Starr’s struggles with her identity are further complicated after her mother gets a higher-paying job and the family moves out of Garden Heights.

After a grand jury fails to indict the white officer, Garden Heights erupts into both peaceful protests and riots. The failure of the criminal justice system to hold the officer accountable pushes Starr to take an increasingly public role, first giving a television interview and then speaking out during the protests, which are met by police in riot gear. Her increasing identification with the people of Garden Heights causes tension with Starr’s friends, especially with her boyfriend Chris. But by the end of the novel, Starr and Maya have started standing up to Hailey’s racist comments while Chris offers support to Starr.

The climax of the novel occurs during the riot following the grand jury decision. Starr, Chris, Seven, and DeVante – whom Maverick helped leave the King Lords – successfully defend Maverick’s store from King. The neighborhood stands up to King and as a result of testimony by DeVante, King is arrested and expected to be imprisoned for a lengthy sentence. Starr promises to keep Khalil’s memory alive and to continue her advocacy against injustice.

About the author of The Hate u Give – Angie Thomas

Angie Thomas was born, raised, and still resides in Jackson, Mississippi as indicated by her accent. She is a former teen rapper whose greatest accomplishment was an article about her in Right-On Magazine with a picture included. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Belhaven University and an unofficial degree in Hip Hop. She can also still rap if needed. She is an inaugural winner of the Walter Dean Myers Grant 2015, awarded by We Need Diverse Books. Her debut novel, The Hate U Give, was acquired by Balzer + Bray/HarperCollins in a 13-house auction. Film rights have been optioned by Fox 2000 with George Tillman attached to direct and Hunger Games actress Amandla Stenberg set to star.

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The Hate u give by Angie Thomas
The Hate u give by Angie Thomas
  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ Balzer + Bray; 1st edition (February 28, 2017)
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 464 pages
  • ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0062498533
  • ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0062498533
  • Reading age ‏ : ‎ 14 – 17 years
  • Lexile measure ‏ : ‎ HL590L
  • Grade level ‏ : ‎ 9 – 12
  • Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 0.042 ounces
  • Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 8.3 x 5.9 x 1.6 inches
  • Best Sellers Rank: #1,958 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
  • #3 in Teen & Young Adult Fiction on Peer Pressure
  • #5 in Teen & Young Adult TV, Movie, Video Game Adaptations
  • #6 in Teen & Young Adult Fiction on Prejudice & Racism
  • Customer Reviews: 4.8 out of 5 stars  22,866 ratings

Excerpt from the hate u give by Angie Thomas

I shouldn’t have come to this party. I’m not even sure I belong at this party. That’s not on some bougie shit, either. There are just some places where it’s not enough to be me. Either version of me. Big D’s spring break party is one of those places. I squeeze through sweaty bodies and follow Kenya, her curls bouncing past her shoulders. A haze lingers over the room, smelling like weed, and music rattles the floor. Some rapper calls out for everybody to Nae-Nae, followed by a bunch of “Heys” as people launch into their own versions. Kenya holds up her cup and dances her way through the crowd. Between the headache from the loud-ass music and the nausea from the weed odor, I’ll be amazed if I cross the room without spilling my drink. We break out the crowd. Big D’s house is packed wall-to-wall. I’ve always heard that everybody and their momma comes to his spring break parties—well, everybody except me—but damn, I didn’t know it would be this many people. Girls wear their hair colored, curled, laid, and slayed. Got me feeling basic as hell with my ponytail. Guys in their freshest kicks and sagging pants grind so close to girls they just about need condoms. My nana likes to say that spring brings love. Spring in Garden Heights doesn’t always bring love, but it promises babies in the winter. I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of them are conceived the night of Big D’s party. He always has it on the Friday of spring break because you need Saturday to recover and Sunday to repent.

“Stop following me and go dance, Starr,” Kenya says. “People already say you think you all that.” “I didn’t know so many mind readers lived in Garden Heights.” Or that people know me as anything other than “Big Mav’s daughter who works in the store.” I sip my drink and spit it back out. I knew there would be more than Hawaiian Punch in it, but this is way stronger than I’m used to. They shouldn’t even call it punch. Just straight-up liquor. I put it on the coffee table and say, “Folks kill me, thinking they know what I think.” “Hey, I’m just saying. You act like you don’t know nobody ’cause you go to that school.” I’ve been hearing that for six years, ever since my parents put me in Williamson Prep. “Whatever,” I mumble. “And it wouldn’t kill you to not dress like . . .” She turns up her nose as she looks from my sneakers to my oversized hoodie. “That. Ain’t that my brother’s hoodie?” Our brother’s hoodie. Kenya and I share an older brother, Seven. But she and I aren’t related. Her momma is Seven’s momma, and my dad is Seven’s dad. Crazy, I know. “Yeah, it’s his.” “Figures. You know what else people saying too. Got folks thinking you’re my girlfriend.” “Do I look like I care what people think?” “No! And that’s the problem!” “Whatever.” If I’d known following her to this party meant she’d be on some Extreme Makeover: Starr Edition mess, I would’ve stayed home and watched Fresh Prince reruns.

My Jordans arecomfortable, and damn, they’re new. That’s more than some people can say. The hoodie’s way too big, but I like it that way. Plus, if I pull it over my nose, I can’t smell the weed. “Well, I ain’t babysitting you all night, so you better do something,” Kenya says, and scopes the room. Kenya could be a model, if I’m completely honest. She’s got flawless dark-brown skin—I don’t think she ever gets a pimple—slanted brown eyes, and long eyelashes that aren’t store-bought. She’s the perfect height for modeling too, but a little thicker than those toothpicks on the runway. She never wears the same outfit twice. Her daddy, King, makes sure of that. Kenya is about the only person I hang out with in Garden Heights—it’s hard to make friends when you go to a school that’s forty-five minutes away and you’re a latchkey kid who’s only seen at her family’s store. It’s easy to hang out with Kenya because of our connection to Seven. She’s messy as hell sometimes, though. Always fighting somebody and quick to say her daddy will whoop somebody’s ass.

Yeah, it’s true, but I wish she’d stop picking fights so she can use her trump card. Hell, I could use mine too. Everybody knows you don’t mess with my dad, Big Mav, and you definitely don’t mess with his kids. Still, you don’t see me going around starting shit. Like at Big D’s party, Kenya is giving Denasia Allen some serious stank-eye. I don’t remember much about Denasia, but I remember that she and Kenya haven’t liked each other since fourth grade. Tonight, Denasia’s dancing with some guy halfway across the room and paying no attention to Kenya. But no matter where we move, Kenya spots Denasia and glares at her. And the thing about the stank-eye is at some point you feel it on you, inviting you to kick some ass or have your ass kicked. “Ooh! I can’t stand her,” Kenya seethes. “The other day, we were in line in the cafeteria, right? And she behind me, talking out the side of her neck. She didn’t use my name, but I know she was talking ’bout me, saying I tried to get with DeVante.” “For real?” I say what I’m supposed to. “Uh-huh. I don’t want him.” “I know.” Honestly? I don’t know who DeVante is. “So what did you do?” “What you think I did? I turned around and asked if she had a problem with me. Ol’ trick, gon’ say, ‘I wasn’t even talking about you,’ knowing she was! You’re so lucky you go to that white-people school and don’t have to deal with hoes like that.”

Ain’t this some shit? Not even five minutes ago, I was stuck-up because I go to Williamson. Now I’mlucky? “Trust me, my school has hoes too. Hoedom is universal.” “Watch, we gon’ handle her tonight.” Kenya’s stank-eye reaches its highest level of stank. Denasia feels its sting and looks right at Kenya. “Uh-huh,” Kenya confirms, like Denasia hears her. “Watch.” “Hold up. We? That’s why you begged me to come to this party? So you can have a tag team partner?” She has the nerve to look offended. “It ain’t like you had nothing else to do! Or anybody else to hang out with. I’m doing your ass a favor.” “Really, Kenya? You do know I have friends, right?” She rolls her eyes. Hard. Only the whites are visible for a few seconds. “Them li’l bougie girls from your school don’t count.” “They’re not bougie, and they do count.” I think. Maya and I are cool. Not sure what’s up with me and Hailey lately. “And honestly? If pulling me into a fight is your way of helping my social life, I’m good. Goddamn, it’s always some drama with you.”

“Please, Starr?” She stretches the please extra long. Too long. “This what I’m thinking. We wait until she get away from DeVante, right? And then we . . .” My phone vibrates against my thigh, and I glance at the screen. Since I’ve ignored his calls, Christexts me instead. Can we talk?I didn’t mean for it to go like that.

Of course he didn’t. He meant for it to go a whole different way yesterday, which is the problem. I slip the phone in my pocket. I’m not sure what I wanna say, but I’d rather deal with him later. “Kenya!” somebody shouts.

This big, light-skinned girl with bone-straight hair moves through the crowd toward us. A tall boy with a black-and-blond Fro-hawk follows her. They both give Kenya hugs and talk about how cute she

looks. I’m not even here. “Why you ain’t tell me you was coming?” the girl says, and sticks her thumb in her mouth. She’s got an overbite from doing that too. “You could’ve rode with us.” “Nah, girl. I had to go get Starr,” Kenya says. “We walked here together.”

That’s when they notice me, standing not even half a foot from Kenya. The guy squints as he gives me a quick once-over. He frowns for a hot second, but I notice it. “Ain’t you Big Mav’s daughter who work in the store?” See? People act like that’s the name on my birth certificate. “Yeah, that’s me.” “Ohhh!” the girl says. “I knew you looked familiar. We were in third grade together. Ms. Bridges’s class. I sat behind you.” “Oh.” I know this is the moment I’m supposed to remember her, but I don’t. I guess Kenya was right—I really don’t know anybody. Their faces are familiar, but you don’t get names and life stories when you’re bagging folks’ groceries. I can lie though. “Yeah, I remember you.” “Girl, quit lying,” the guy says. “You know you don’t know her ass.” “‘Why you always lying?’” Kenya and the girl sing together. The guy joins in, and they all bust out laughing. “Bianca and Chance, be nice,” Kenya says. “This Starr’s first party. Her folks don’t let her go nowhere.” I cut her a side-eye. “I go to parties, Kenya.”  “Have y’all seen her at any parties ’round here?” Kenya asks them. “Nope!” “Point made. And before you say it, li’l lame white-kid suburb parties don’t count.”

Chance and Bianca snicker. Damn, I wish this hoodie could swallow me up somehow. “I bet they be doing Molly and shit, don’t they?” Chance asks me. “White kids love popping pills.” “And listening to Taylor Swift,” Bianca adds, talking around her thumb. Okay, that’s somewhat true, but I’m not telling them that. “Nah, actually their parties are pretty dope,” I say. “One time, this boy had J. Cole perform at his birthday party.”

“Damn. For real?” Chance asks. “Shiiit. Bitch, next time invite me. I’ll party with them white kids.” “Anyway,” Kenya says loudly. “We were talking ’bout running up on Denasia. Bitch over there dancing with DeVante.” “Ol’ trick,” Bianca says. “You know she been running her mouth ’bout you, right? I was in Mr. Donald’s class last week when Aaliyah told me—” Chance rolls his eyes. “Ugh! Mr. Donald.” “You just mad he threw you out,” Kenya says. “Hell yes!” “Anyway, Aaliyah told me—” Bianca begins. I get lost again as classmates and teachers that I don’t know are discussed. I can’t say anything. Doesn’t matter though. I’m invisible.

I feel like that a lot around here. In the middle of them complaining about Denasia and their teachers, Kenya says something about getting another drink, and the three of them walk off without me. Suddenly I’m Eve in the Garden after she ate the fruit—it’s like I realize I’m naked. I’m by myself at a party I’m not even supposed to be at, where I barely know anybody. And the person I do know just left me hanging. Kenya begged me to come to this party for weeks. I knew I’d be uncomfortable as hell, but every time I told Kenya no she said I act like I’m “too good for a Garden party.” I got tired of hearing that shit and decided to prove her wrong. Problem is it would’ve taken Black Jesus to convince my parents to let me come. Now Black Jesus will have to save me if they find out I’m here. People glance over at me with that “who is this chick, standing against the wall by herself like an idiot?” look. I slip my hands into my pockets. As long as I play it cool and keep to myself, I should be fine. The ironic thing is though, at Williamson I don’t have to “play it cool”—I’m cool by default because I’m one of the only black kids there. I have to earn coolness in Garden Heights, and that’s more difficult than buying retro Jordans on release day.

Funny how it works with white kids though. It’s dope to be black until it’s hard to be black. “Starr!” a familiar voice says. The sea of people parts for him like he’s a brown-skinned Moses. Guys give him daps, and girls crane their necks to look at him. He smiles at me, and his dimples ruin any G persona he has. Khalil is fine, no other way of putting it. And I used to take baths with him. Not like that, but way back in the day when we would giggle because he had a wee-wee and I had what his grandma called a wee-ha. I swear it wasn’t perverted though. He hugs me, smelling like soap and baby powder. “What’s up, girl? Ain’t seen you in a minute.” He lets me go. “You don’t text nobody, nothing. Where you been?” “School and the basketball team keep me busy,” I say. “But I’m always at the store. You’re the one nobody sees anymore.” His dimples disappear. He wipes his nose like he always does before a lie. “I been busy.”

Obviously. The brand-new Jordans, the crisp white tee, the diamonds in his ears. When you grow up in Garden Heights, you know what “busy” really means. Fuck. I wish he wasn’t that kinda busy though. I don’t know if I wanna tear up or smack him. But the way Khalil looks at me with those hazel eyes makes it hard to be upset. I feel like I’m ten again, standing in the basement of Christ Temple Church, having my first kiss with him at Vacation Bible School. Suddenly I remember I’m in a hoodie, looking a straight-up mess . . . and that I actually have a boyfriend. I might not be answering Chris’s calls or texts right now, but he’s still mine and I wanna keep it that way. “How’s your grandma?” I ask. “And Cameron?” “They a’ight. Grandma’s sick though.” Khalil sips from his cup. “Doctors say she got cancer or whatever.” “Damn. Sorry, K.” “Yeah, she taking chemo. She only worried ’bout getting a wig though.” He gives a weak laugh that doesn’t show his dimples. “She’ll be a’ight.”

It’s a prayer more than a prophecy. “Is your momma helping with Cameron?”

“Good ol’ Starr. Always looking for the best in people. You know she ain’t helping.” “Hey, it was just a question. She came in the store the other day. She looks better.” “For now,” says Khalil. “She claim she trying to get clean, but it’s the usual. She’ll go clean a few weeks, decide she wants one more hit, then be back at it. But like I said, I’m good, Cameron’s good, Grandma’s good.” He shrugs. “That’s all that matters.” “Yeah,” I say, but I remember the nights I spent with Khalil on his porch, waiting for his momma to come home. Whether he likes it or not, she matters to him too. The music changes, and Drake raps from the speakers. I nod to the beat and rap along under my breath. Everybody on the dance floor yells out the “started from the bottom, now we’re here” part. Some days, we are at the bottom in Garden Heights, but we still share the feeling that damn, it could be worse. Khalil is watching me. A smile tries to form on his lips, but he shakes his head. “Can’t believe you still love whiny-ass Drake.”

I gape at him. “Leave my husband alone!” “Your corny husband. ‘Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted,’” Khalil sings in a whiny voice. I push him with my shoulder, and he laughs, his drink splashing over the sides of the cup. “You know that’s what he sounds like!” I flip him off. He puckers his lips and makes a kissing sound. All these months apart, and we’ve fallen back into normal like it’s nothing.

Khalil grabs a napkin from the coffee table and wipes drink off his Jordans—the Three Retros. They came out a few years ago, but I swear those things are so fresh. They cost about three hundred dollars, and that’s if you find somebody on eBay who goes easy. Chris did. I got mine for a steal at one-fifty, but I wear kid sizes. Thanks to my small feet, Chris and I can match our sneakers. Yes, we’re that couple. Shit, we’re fly though. If he can stop doing stupid stuff, we’ll really be good. “I like the kicks,” I tell Khalil. “Thanks.” He scrubs the shoes with his napkin. I cringe. With each hard rub, the shoes cry for my help. No lie, every time a sneaker is cleaned improperly, a kitten dies. “Khalil,” I say, one second away from snatching that napkin. “Either wipe gently back and forth or dab. Don’t scrub. For real.” He looks up at me, smirking. “Okay, Ms. Sneakerhead.” And thank Black Jesus, he dabs. “Since you made me spill my drink on them, I oughta make you clean them.” “It’ll cost you sixty dollars.”

“Sixty?” he shouts, straightening up. “Hell, yeah. And it would be eighty if they had icy soles.” Clear bottoms are a bitch to clean. “Cleaning kits aren’t cheap. Besides, you’re obviously making big money if you can buy those.” Khalil sips his drink like I didn’t say anything, mutters, “Damn, this shit strong,” and sets the cup on the coffee table. “Ay, tell your pops I need to holla at him soon. Some stuff going down that I need to talk to him ’bout.”“What kinda stuff?” “Grown folks business.” “Yeah, ’cause you’re so grown.” “Five months, two weeks, and three days older than you.” He winks. “I ain’t forgot.” A commotion stirs in the middle of the dance floor. Voices argue louder than the music. Cuss words fly left and right.

Themes explored in the hate u give by Angie Thomas

 The Weaponizing of Stereotypes Against Black People

The Hate U Give examines the way society uses stereotypes of black people to justify violence and racism against them. These stereotypes protect white communities, such as the students at Starr’s school, Williamson Prep, from reflecting upon systemic racism, which perpetuates discrimination. We see this prejudice most clearly in how One-Fifteen defends his murder of Khalil. One-Fifteen has no reason to think Khalil’s hairbrush is actually a gun other than One-Fifteen’s presumption that Khalil is violent because he is black. However, the news media and many white characters endorse One-Fifteen’s version of events because by protecting him, they protect law enforcement from accusations of racism. Uncle Carlos, Starr’s black uncle on the same police force as One-Fifteen, also initially defends One-Fifteen’s actions before realizing he wrongly tried to justify the shooting of Khalil. The media works to disguise the racism in One-Fifteen’s actions by portraying them as logical and hence justified. For example, news coverage emphasizes Khalil’s alleged gang connections, perpetuating stereotypes of black boys as violent and dangerous. Upon hearing these reports, Hailey, Starr’s Williamson Prep friend, concludes that Khalil was nothing more than a thug. The media circus surrounding Khalil’s death demonstrates how white media prioritizes protecting law enforcement and perpetuating stereotypes over black lives.

Cyclical Nature of Racialized Poverty

Underlying the traumatic events of The Hate U Give is the cyclical nature of racialized poverty, which Maverick explains to Starr during their conversation about Tupac’s phrase “Thug Life.” According to Tupac, widespread racism keeps black communities from the opportunities and resources needed for financial prosperity, and poverty feeds on itself, affecting generations of black families. This cycle entraps many of The Hate U Give’s black characters into a situation where they cannot escape poverty without relying on the drug trade, which is then used to devalue them as people in both life and death. Maverick himself was born to a drug dealer and joined a gang to create some sense of security. Due to the burdens created by poverty, Khalil sold drugs to pay off his mother’s debt. DeVante explains to Starr—who is initially confused as to how Khalil could sell the same drugs ruining his mother’s life—that Khalil felt pressured to provide for his family and couldn’t find a better alternative. Through Starr’s deepening understanding of racialized poverty, we see how this intergenerational cycle is difficult to break because black communities, like Garden Heights, do not have adequate access to resources such as education, employment, and protection from police brutality.

Identity and Blackness

The Hate U Give explores the relationship between race and identity as Starr struggles to navigate the primarily black world of Garden Heights and the primarily white world of Williamson Prep. Starr feels pulled between her Garden Heights self and Williamson Prep self, and she switches her speech, mannerisms, and behaviors to fit whichever circumstance she finds herself in. After Khalil’s shooting, Starr is reluctant to speak about his death for fear that her friends, Hailey and Maya, and boyfriend, Chris, will not understand everything that happens in her Garden Heights world. Starr feels simultaneously “too black” to talk about Khalil’s life and death with her school peers, but “too white” at home to stand up for Khalil, especially after Kenya accuses Starr of acting like a white person who thinks herself better than her neighbors.

Starr’s identity conflict is evident in her father figures, Maverick and Uncle Carlos, who have different perspectives on authentic blackness. Maverick draws inspiration from the Black Power Movement and believes in a self-reliant blackness that uses existing structures within black neighborhoods to improve conditions. Maverick’s philosophy explains why, throughout most of the novel, Maverick refuses to move his family from Garden Heights to a safer neighborhood—he believes they should change their community from the inside. Uncle Carlos, with his job as a police officer and house in a gated community, represents assimilation into white culture. Uncle Carlos believes that he can support black communities by using white organizations like the police force to combat gang violence. The constant argument between Maverick and Uncle Carlos highlights how difficult it is for Starr to reconcile her two worlds and find a way to honor her whole self.

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Editorial reviews and praise for the book

“As we continue to fight the battle against police brutality and systemic racism in America, THE HATE U GIVE serves as a much needed literary ramrod. Absolutely riveting!” — Jason Reynolds, bestselling coauthor of ALL AMERICAN BOYS

“Angie Thomas has written a stunning, brilliant, gut-wrenching novel that will be remembered as a classic of our time.” — John Green, bestselling author of The Fault in Our Stars

“Fearlessly honest and heartbreakingly human. Everyone should read this book.” — Becky Albertalli, William C. Morris Award-winning author of SIMON VS. THE HOMO SAPIENS AGENDA

“This is tragically timely, hard-hitting, and an ultimate prayer for change. Don’t look away from this searing battle for justice. Rally with Starr.” — Adam Silvera, New York Times bestselling author of MORE HAPPY THAN NOT

“With smooth but powerful prose delivered in Starr’s natural, emphatic voice, finely nuanced characters, and intricate and realistic relationship dynamics, this novel will have readers rooting for Starr and opening their hearts to her friends and family. This story is necessary. This story is important.” — Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Though Thomas’s story is heartbreakingly topical, its greatest strength is in its authentic depiction of a teenage girl, her loving family, and her attempts to reconcile what she knows to be true about their lives with the way those lives are depicted—and completely undervalued—by society at large.” — Publishers Weekly(starred review)

“Beautifully written in Starr’s authentic first-person voice, this is a marvel of verisimilitude as it insightfully examines two worlds in collision. An inarguably important book that demands the widest possible readership.” — Booklist (starred review)

“Pair this powerful debut with Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely’s ALL AMERICAN BOYS to start a conversation on racism, police brutality, and the Black Lives Matter movement.” — School Library Journal (starred review)

“The Hate U Give is an important and timely novel that reflects the world today’s teens inhabit. Starr’s struggles create a complex character, and Thomas boldly tackles topics like racism, gangs, police violence, and interracial dating. This topical, necessary story is highly recommended for all libraries.” — Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA) (starred review)

“Thomas has penned a powerful, in-your-face novel that will similarly galvanize fans of Kekla Magoon’s How It Went Down and Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely’s All American Boys.” — Horn Book (starred review)

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Baltimore Marryland
5 out of 5 stars.
2 months ago  

Jaw Dropping!

I got this book for Christmas, and as a teenage girl I am not a big reader. This month I decided to sit down and read, and I could not put it down. The detail, emotion, and the realization you feel in this book is unbelievable.
Angie Thomas did an outstanding job catching the essence of Black Voice, Experience, and Police brutality. Not only did she include hard topics, situations, and trauma, but she made the novel fun, educational, and a bit humorous!
Starr’s story is too real. It connects with the world we live in and allows insight on how it is living and surviving as a black person each and every day. Overall, do NOT refrain from reading this book. You won’t be disappointed.


5 out of 5 stars.
3 months ago  
You Have To Read This Book!

I couldn’t bear to put this book down! Based on a true story, this book is about sixteen-year-old Starr Carter. She grew up in the “hood” and unlike any other kid from where she lives, she can escape to a white suburban private school. She tries to fit into her two different lives, yet her world turns to shreds when she finds out that her childhood best friend, Khalil, has died at the expense of police brutality. The media becomes flooded with rumors about Khalil being a drug dealer or a thug. As her worlds begin to collide she can’t help but put her fears of her two worlds mixing aside and stand up for her childhood best friend. This is a serious issue in our world today. Racism and police brutality needs to be put to an end. This book is so inspirational and sets an example for all those who are facing these unjust punishments, that you shouldn’t be afraid to stand up for yourself and others like Starr did for Khalil. After reading this book I had learned more about what people like Starr had to face and I feel like this book had made me more aware about what is one of the world’s biggest problems, racism. The novel The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas isn’t a solution to this problem however this book will give you more of a sense of what the black communities must deal with daily. Angie Thomas has written many other novels, as well as The Hate U, Give and I strongly encourage you to pick up this book and share it with friends and family.


5 out of 5 stars
a year ago  

What Are You Thinking READ THIS BOOK!!!!!!!!

Hate u Give by Angie Thomas is a book that really took a toll on me as a reader. Number one I knew getting into this book that it would have very serious topics in it and that only a mature audience should read this because the real-life lesson in the story is absolutely amazing.
Reading this book I took the life lessons and what was happening in this novel very seriously because the topics like police brutality ,activism, racism which are all very serious things that were spoken about in this novel.
The main character Starr grows so much throughout this novel starting out as just a normal teenage girl to an activist to make a change in her community. Starr turning into a activist after watching her friend get killed by the police really showed her character and how she didn’t let anything stop her from making a change which showed a really powerful message to me as the reader. At first Starr was struggling with living in poverty and violence’s place Garden Height and going to school at Williamson Prep with rich white kids. Since, mostly all her friends were white it was really hard for her to decide where she stands about what happen to her friend Khail. After A girl name Hailey didn’t stop with the racist comments Starr decided that she wasn’t going to tolerant this and now put a stop to it and this showed me that you have to stand up with what you believed in.
She was a leader in her community. Her name Starr really resembled that she was a star in her community. I really loved how her name also resembles what type of person she is. She was the star she went and spoken at protested, she testified against the grand jury. As this just happen in the present day it shows that this is what you need to do to stand up for what you believe in and her being a black high school girl shows that anyone can do it proudly and this is what made me love this book so much.
This novel really put racism and other world problems into perspectives and it showed me how to handle it in the right way which is what Starr did all along in the novel. She wasn’t violent; she was peaceful and stood up for not just herself and her friend but her community. I really recommended this book to anyone that is mature enough to understand the serious life lessons it teaches you.

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Ashley ElliottTop Contributor: DC Comics

5.0 out of 5 stars Be Prepared to Cry, and Laughed, and then read it all over again because it is amazing!!!

Reviewed in the United States on March 4, 2017

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I had originally said I was not going to read this book, I didn’t know how well I would like it, and I don’t tend to get involved with things that can make life at work harder for me. I literally work with the police, I am a dispatcher, so it is a huge part of my life. I knew going in it was revolved around the BLM movement, and police brutality and I made the decision to read it anyways. I had heard so many good things about it and I just needed to see for myself. First I want to say, it does not at any point in this book bash police officers. It talks about some of the problems in the world and how things happen but it never attacks or sets out to make them out to monsters. I really liked that because most aren’t, they just aren’t, they are humans. Now, Starr is the main character who is involved in a horrible tragedy that leaves her friend from child hood Khalil dead by an officer involved shooting. It was horrible and it was really sad. I hated reading it, I cried my eyes out, Thomas did such an amazing job of making a horrible action into beautiful fiction that made you feel like you were right there. I was so broken by this part of the story. Then reading later on into Starr’s grief was just hard. I don’t know any other way to describe it but there will be tears, so very many tears. That isn’t it though, you see her as they have to fight the system basically, and you are with them through all those emotions. Going to the funeral and seeing his family, destroyed, his mother broken, knowing this isn’t just something that happens in fiction, you cannot help but be moved. Now there was some real good in this book too, like some parts that I laughed until I cried. The scene when her parents are arguing in the middle of a prayer I have read an thousand times since finishing the book because it is the funnies thing I have ever read. Her parents were amazing by the way, her dad was an ex-con but he loved her, he admitted his mistakes but he was there for her. Their relationship was really touching to read because I have always been really close to my own dad. Then there was her mom, and her Uncle Carlos, who was actually a cop and lived in a really good neighborhood too. This was really refreshing to read because so many books, YA especially make parents out to be monsters that don’t care, that aren’t there for their kids. I mean it is like a troupe or something for these stories and it isn’t actually the norm and gets annoying to read, so this book did an amazing job with the parents and family. All around though this story just floored me, it gave me a perspective I have never considered before, offered insights into a world I am not a part of, and I loved every minute of it. I don’t know what it is to watch one friend die by violence of any sort, much less two in the time of my life and I am 26, she is a teenager. It is jarring to see that as someones existence when it is not your own. It taught me to open my eyes… I love it… Honestly I just wanted to pick it right back up and read it again.

Joanne Sheppard

5.0 out of 5 stars Powerfully honest and important – and beautifully written

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on June 6, 2017

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Starr Carter, a black American teenager, leads something of a double life. She lives with her parents, brother Sekani and half-brother Seven in a poor, black neighbourhood, Garden Heights, where gang membership, drug dealing and shootings are rife. But every day, 16-year-old Starr makes a 45-minute journey to a private school in a predominantly white, affluent suburb where she has almost no black friends. The issue is not that she can’t fit in there – she has plenty of mostly white friends and a steady relationship with her white boyfriend – but rather that she’s acutely aware that she’s constantly modifying her behaviour in order to do so. Her wealthy friends don’t come to her house in ‘the ghetto’ for sleepovers. She speaks differently at school. And although she can recite the Black Panthers’ Ten-Point Programme off by heart, she’s reluctant to be seen as the ‘angry black girl’.

One evening, Starr gets a lift home from a Garden Heights party from her childhood best friend, Khalil. When their car is pulled over by a white police officer, Starr is instantly fearful – and she’s right to be. The officer shoots Khalil dead, and Starr is the only witness. The relative stability of her life is shattered, both at home and at school, and the implications of Khalil’s death and Starr’s testimony against the police have an alarming ripple effect as tension mounts and danger builds.

This is a powerfully honest and important book, seemingly inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement. It has Starr’s strong and distinctive voice – bright, perceptive and funny – at its heart and a vivid cast of characters who feel real and credible from their very first appearances on the page. There are few absolutes here: you’ll be hard pushed to find a character who is 100% saint or sinner and motives and circumstances are often complicated. Starr’s Uncle Carlos, for example, also happens to be a cop; her father Maverick, who now runs a successful grocery store, is a former gang member. The Hate U Give raises many questions, some of them uncomfortable, and it’s rightly uncompromising in its portrayal of racism, whether it’s outright victimisation, institutional prejudice or casual assumptions.

The Hate U Give is aimed primarily at teenagers (and I’d make it compulsory reading in schools, personally) but it’s every bit as thought-provoking and absorbing for adults: it’s a remarkably detailed exploration of the black working class experience in the US. This book made me angry and it made me sad (and if you’re a white person like me and you feel neither of those things when you read this book, you really ought to take a long hard look at yourself), but it also left me feeling hopeful that the future is in the hands of activists as smart, brave and passionate as Starr.

Miss K. Southern

4.0 out of 5 stars A classic in the making, this book will open minds…

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on January 27, 2018

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Boy, this book is front carriage of the hype train! Having spent week after week on the New York Times Bestsellers list and being covered by 99% of the blogosphere, I’ve seen it EVERYWHERE. It made me desperate to read it, but also nervous that my expectations were being built to such great heights. I always feel that books receiving such hype tend to disappoint most of the time, and I found that a tiny bit here. I wasn’t totally blown away as I expected. That being said, this was an amazing read on a topic that really needs far more coverage than it gets and is very fresh in today’s political climate.

Thomas writes SO well. I felt that I was reading from the perspective of a teenager, and while it was hard to get my head around some of the common slang found in black culture and the common ‘tropes’ it was an interesting insight into how gang warfare has come about, and the true injustices that PoCs face. The truth about white privilege and ignorance was hard to read of course. But it needs to be in order for change to happen. I loved the feeling of family that this book highlighted, not just in Starr’s home, but in the whole community. Te relationship between Starr’s mother and father was a joy to read. The idea of two worlds that Starr lives in is really clever too and seeing the personality changes and her awareness of that was both sad and eye-opening.

As I said, this book didn’t totally bowl me over. Some of the humour was good but some of it a little cheesy, and I feel like Thomas took a lot of racial frustrations out on EVERY white character, including Chris who was pretty much reduced to ‘Am I allowed to say this? I can say that too? Please feel free to mock me how you like but do tell me if I’m overstepping any lines.’ It was interesting to recognise ignorance within the white characters though and realise that I have seen friends or have done some of those things myself. Books like this will open minds and start discussions and for me this is what I want from a book.

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