As Brave as You by Jason Reynolds (English) Paperback Book

Description: As Brave as You by Jason Reynolds When two brothers decide to prove how brave they are, everything backfires--literally. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Kirkus Award Finalist Schneider Family Book Award Winner Coretta Scott King Author Honor Book When two brothers decide to prove how brave they are, everything backfires--literally--in this "pitch-perfect contemporary novel" (Kirkus Reviews Author Biography Jason Reynolds is a #1 New York Times bestselling author, a Newbery Award Honoree, a Printz Award Honoree, a two-time National Book Award finalist, a Kirkus Award winner, a two-time Walter Dean Myers Award winner, an NAACP Image Award Winner, and the recipient of multiple Coretta Scott King honors. Reynolds is also the 2020-2021 National Ambassador for Young Peoples Literature. His many books include When I Was the Greatest, The Boy in the Black Suit, All American Boys (cowritten with Brendan Kiely), As Brave as You, For Every One, the Track series (Ghost, Patina, Sunny, and Lu), Look Both Ways, and Long Way Down, which received a Newbery Honor, a Printz Honor, and a Coretta Scott King Honor. He lives in Washington, DC. You can find his ramblings at JasonWritesBooks.com. Review "This pitch-perfect contemporary novel gently explores the pasts repercussions on the present." - "Kirkus Reviews," starred review Excerpt from Book As Brave As You ONE #460: Poop. Poop is stupid. Stupid poop. Stupid. Poopid. Poopidity. Is poopidity a word? Genie stood a few feet away from Samanthas shabby old doghouse, scribbling a mess of words in his notebook. His older brother, Ernie, was luring the mutt to a cleaner spot in the yard with a big pot of leftover chicken, bacon, grits, greens, and whatever else was for doggy breakfast. "Okay, that should keep her busy for a few minutes," Ernie said, successful. He walked over to the side of Grandma and Grandpops house, grabbed a rusty shovel, then came back to Genie and started scooping up crusty piles of dog poop. "What I wanna know is what you bout to do with that mess?" Genie asked, pinching and pulling his shorts out of his butt. Ma must not have noticed how much he had grown since the year before when she packed all his old summer clothes. "If you put that notebook down, youll see," Ernie said, holding the shovel out and walking toward the back of the house where all the trees were. When he got close enough to the wood line, he looked over his shoulder. Genie shoved the small notebook into his back pocket. "You watchin?" Ernie called out, making sure all eyes were on him. Genie hustled over. "Yeah." Ernie flashed a sly grin, one that worked perfectly with his dark shades. Then, without giving any kind of warning, he cocked the shovel back and flung it forward. The poop flew into the air and out into the woods, slapping against the trees and exploding. "Ooh yeah!" Ernie cheered, holding his shovel up as if he had just scored a touchdown. Genie gaped, his mouth falling open as Ernie came back to scoop up more dog crud. "You just gon stand there, or you gon get in on this?" Ernie asked, chin-pointing to the other shovel leaning against the side of the house. No way was Genie going to miss out on slinging poop. On poopidity? No. Way. How often does anybody get to catapult doo-doo into a forest? Never. Genie ran and grabbed the other shovel. "Get this one," Ernie said, stabbing at a gross mound, still stinky. Genie grimaced, but he slid the shovel under the poop, grimaced again at the scratchy sound of metal on dirt, then lifted it and followed Ernie back to the tree line. "Go for it," Ernie said, nodding. Genie put one foot forward, holding the shovel as if it were a baseball bat and he was about to attempt the worst bunt in history. He whipped the shovel forward, but not nearly hard enough. The poop plopped down only about a foot away. It was a pretty sad throw, and it was way too close to being a situation where poop was splattered all over Genies Converses. Yeah, they were already covered in dust, but dust is one thing, even mud he could handle, but dog poop? Theres no coming back from that. "You gotta fling it, Genie. Fling it." Ernie demonstrated with a few ghost flings. "You see that tree over there?" Genie looked out at all the trees in front of them and wondered which one Ernie was talking about. It was pretty much . . . a forest. Trees were everywhere. And Ernie wasnt really pointing at any one in particular. He just said that tree over there as if one of the trees had been marked with a sign that said THIS TREE, DUMMY. But Ernie was always on him about asking too many questions, so Genie just nodded. "Watch and learn, young grasshoppa." Ernie held the shovel low, letting it hang behind him before hurling its contents into the woods. It splat against a tree. Perfect shot. It mustve been the one Ernie was aiming for, because he threw his hands up in celebration again. "Bang, bang! Got it!" he howled. "Now, try again." Genie picked up another clump, questions flying all over the place like those flies on the . . . poopidity. Why was there so much of it in the first place? Did nobody else care that there was mess all over the yard? When was the last time the yard had been poop-scooped? Genie tried to mimic Ernies every move. He held the shovel low and let it drop back behind him a little so that he could get some good momentum. Were talking technique here. Sophisticated stuff. "Aim for that old house back there," Ernie said, pointing into the woods. Genie focused and counted off. One, two, and on three, he swung his whole body, a kind of broke-down golf swing, the mess whipping from the shovel head. Genie definitely got some air on it this time! But he hadnt quite figured out how to aim it--Ernie left that part out. The poop zipped off behind him, slamming into a window in the back of the house. The wrong house. His grandparents house. "Genie!" Ernie shouted, his eyes bugging. And right after that came Grandma. "Genie!" she called out. "Ernie! What in Sam Hill are yall doin?" Grandma was the one who put Ernie and Genie on poop patrol in the first place, in case you were wondering. Neither one of them had ever had to shovel poop out of anybodys yard before, because first of all, in Brooklyn, most people dont have yards. And secondly, most Brooklyn folks just pick it up with plastic Baggies whenever a dog does his doo on the sidewalk. Not everybody, but the majority. But there were no sidewalks here in North Hill, Virginia. No brownstones with the cement stoops where you could watch the buses, ice cream trucks, and taxis ride by. Nope. North Hill, Virginia, was country. Like country country. And Genie and Ernie were staying there in a small white house on the top of a hill. Grandma and Grandpops house. For a month. Like thirty whole days. The boys had arrived two nights earlier after a long, cramped ride in the back of their dads old Honda. Cramped at least for Genie, because Ernie, in a cheeseburger coma, had stretched out on the backseat as if it were his own personal couch, forcing Genie to be smushed against the window for most of the trip. Genie had thought about playing Pete and Repeat by mimicking Ernies nasty snores, but then he realized it wouldnt matter because Ernie wasnt awake to get annoyed by it anyway. And that was the whole point of that game. So to take his mind off the discomfort of being trapped under Ernies leg, stewing in the thick silence between his folks, who had managed to not talk to each other for the past four hours, Genie flipped through pages of his notebook--where he kept his best questions. Some had already been answered, and some were still mysteries. He landed on one that he had totally forgotten about--#389: Do honey badgers eat honey?--then tried telling his parents about how hed read on the Internet that honey badgers actually do eat honey and how many of them have been stung to death by bees because they wanted honey from the hive so bad. The toughest, craziest animal ever. "Theyre like weasels or somethin. But tougher, know what Im sayin? Like, theyre small, but they aint scared to get busy, even on lions," Genie had rambled. The fact that his parents had neither asked him about honey badgers, or even knew why he cared about them in the first place, never stopped him from offering up random info at random times. That was sort of his thing. He was different from Ernie in that way. Genie was the kind of kid who kept a small jacked-up notebook and pen in his pocket just so that he could jot down interesting things whenever they came. The point was to keep a list--a numbered list--of all the things he needed to Google, because to Genie, the more questions you had, the more answers you could find. And the more answers you found, the more you knew. And the more you knew, the less you made mistakes. Genie wasnt about mistakes. Ernie, on the other hand, was the kind of kid who wore sunglasses 24/7 just to make sure everybody knew he was cool, and to him, the biggest mistake anyone could make was not to be. That, and not being able to defend yourself. As a matter of fact, one of the only times Ernie didnt wear his shades was whenever he was doing karate, which he had been learning since he was seven. He was a brown belt, or as he put it, a "junior black belt." Genie loved to watch Ernies matches and tournaments, but not quite as much as he loved to watch Jeopardy! and Wheel of Fortune. Ernie, on the other hand, liked to watch girls. Genie liked to build model cars. Ernie . . . liked to watch girls. "Boy, if you dont go to sleep, Im a honey your badger," Ma had droned from the front seat after Genie finished telling her about the video hed seen of a honey badger actually taking on a lion. She was staring out the window, and had been the entire time theyd been on the road. Genie sucked his teeth. That was when Dad adjusted the rearview mirror so that he could see Genie. "Son, tell me something." He darted his exhausted-looking eyes from the rearview back to the road. "How much you know about sloths?" "Sloths?" Genie thought for a moment. "Well, I know theyre lazy, and they sleep all the time," he answered reluctantly, feeling the setup coming. "Uh-huh," Dad said, flat. He glanced back in the mirror. "See where Im goin with this?" Genie sucked his teeth again. He knew exactly where Dad was going with it. Straight to Genie please be quiet and go to sleep town. But Genie didnt go straight to sleep, even though that was what his parents wanted. Instead, he stared out the window, like Ma, for about an Details ISBN1481415913 Author Jason Reynolds Short Title AS BRAVE AS YOU R/E Pages 432 Language English ISBN-10 1481415913 ISBN-13 9781481415910 Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2017 Publication Date 2017-05-09 Audience Age 9-12 Edition Description Reprint ed. Audience Children / Juvenile Publisher Simon & Schuster Imprint Simon & Schuster Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States US Release Date 2017-05-09 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:102297355;

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