When I Was the Greatest
(Sprache: Englisch)
Living in a Brooklyn neighborhood known for guns and drugs, Ali, his sister, and their neighbors stay out of trouble until they go to the wrong party, where one of them gets badly hurt and another leaves with a target on his back.
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Living in a Brooklyn neighborhood known for guns and drugs, Ali, his sister, and their neighbors stay out of trouble until they go to the wrong party, where one of them gets badly hurt and another leaves with a target on his back.
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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jason Reynolds, a "funny and rewarding" (Publishers Weekly) coming-of-age novel about friendship and loyalty across neighborhood lines and the hardship of life for an urban teen.A lot of the stuff that gives my neighborhood a bad name, I don't really mess with. The guns and drugs and all that, not really my thing.
Nah, not his thing. Ali's got enough going on, between school and boxing and helping out at home. His best friend Noodles, though. Now there's a dude looking for trouble-and, somehow, it's always Ali around to pick up the pieces. But, hey, a guy's gotta look out for his boys, right? Besides, it's all small potatoes; it's not like anyone's getting hurt.
And then there's Needles. Needles is Noodles's brother. He's got a syndrome, and gets these tics and blurts out the wildest, craziest things. It's cool, though: everyone on their street knows he doesn't mean anything by it.
Yeah, it's cool...until Ali and Noodles and Needles find themselves somewhere they never expected to be...somewhere they never should've been-where the people aren't so friendly, and even less forgiving.
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Chapter 1 1 "Okay, I got one. Would you rather live every day for the rest of your life with stinky breath, or lick the sidewalk for five minutes?" Noodles asked. He turned and looked at me with a huge grin on his face because he knew this was a tough one.
"It depends. Does gum or mints work?"
"Nope. Just shit breath, forever!" He busted out laughing.
I thought for a second. "Well, if I licked the ground, I mean, that might be the grossest thing I could ever do, but when the five minutes was up, I could just clean my mouth out." In my head I was going back and forth between the two options. "But if I got bad breath, forever, then I might not ever be able to kiss the ladies. So, I guess I gotta go with licking the ground, man."
Just saying it made me queasy.
"Freakin' disgusting," Needles said, frowning, looking out at the sidewalk. "But I would probably do the same thing."
A sick black SUV came flying down the block. The stereo was blasting, but the music was all drowned out by the loud rattle of the bass, bumping, shaking the entire back of the truck.
"Aight, aight, I got another one," Noodles said as the truck passed. He shook his soda can to see if anything was left in it. "Would you rather trade your little sister for a million bucks, or for a big brother, if that big brother was Jay-Z?"
"Easy. Neither," I said, plain.
"Come on, man, you gotta pick one."
"Nope. I wouldn't trade her."
Another car came cruising down the street. This time, a busted-up gray hooptie with music blasting just as loud as the fresh SUV's.
"So you tellin' me, you wouldn't trade Jazz for a million bucks?"
"Nope."
"You wouldn't wanna be Jay-Z's lil brother?" Noodles looked at me with a side eye like I was lying.
"Of course, but I wouldn't trade Jazz for it!" I said, now looking at him crazy. "She's my sister, man, and I don't know how you and your brother roll, but for me, family is family, no matter what."
Family is family.
... mehr
You can't pick them, and you sure as hell can't give them back. I've heard it a zillion times because it's my mom's favorite thing to say whenever she's pissed off at me or my little sister, Jazz. It usually comes after she yells at us about something we were supposed to do but didn't. And with my mom, yelling ain't just yelling. She gives it everything she's got, and I swear it feels like her words come down heavy and hard, beating on us just as bad as a leather strap. She's never spanked us, but she always threatens to, and trust me, that's just as bad. It happens the same every time. The shout, then the whole thing about family being family, and how you can't pick them or give them back. Every now and then I wonder if she would give us back, if she could. Maybe trade Jazz and me in for a little dog, or an everlasting gift card for Macy's, or something. I doubt she'd do it, but I think about that sometimes.
Me and Jazz always joke about how we didn't get to choose either. Sometimes we say if we had a choice, we would've chose Oprah for a mom, but the truth is, we probably still would've gone with good ol' Doris Brooks. I mean, she's a pretty tough lady and she don't always get it right, but there's no doubt that she loves us. And we know we're lucky, even when we're getting barked at. Plus, it's not always about us. I mean, sometimes it is, but other times it's about other things, like our mom just being stressed out from work. She's a social worker, and all that really means is that she takes care of mentally sick people. She makes sure they get things they need, kind of
Me and Jazz always joke about how we didn't get to choose either. Sometimes we say if we had a choice, we would've chose Oprah for a mom, but the truth is, we probably still would've gone with good ol' Doris Brooks. I mean, she's a pretty tough lady and she don't always get it right, but there's no doubt that she loves us. And we know we're lucky, even when we're getting barked at. Plus, it's not always about us. I mean, sometimes it is, but other times it's about other things, like our mom just being stressed out from work. She's a social worker, and all that really means is that she takes care of mentally sick people. She makes sure they get things they need, kind of
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Autoren-Porträt von Jason Reynolds
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 UK Carnegie Medal winner, a two-time Walter Dean Myers Award winner, an NAACP Image Award Winner, an Odyssey Award Winner and two-time honoree, and the recipient of multiple Coretta Scott King honors and the Margaret A. Edwards Award. He was also the 2020-2022 National Ambassador for Young People's Literature. His many books include All American Boys (cowritten with Brendan Kiely); When I Was the Greatest; The Boy in the Black Suit; Stamped; As Brave as You; For Every One; the Track series (Ghost, Patina, Sunny, and Lu); Look Both Ways; Stuntboy, in the Meantime; Ain't Burned All the Bright (recipient of the Caldecott Honor) and My Name Is Jason. Mine Too. (both cowritten with Jason Griffin); and Long Way Down, which received a Newbery Honor, a Printz Honor, and a Coretta Scott King Honor. His debut picture book, There Was a Party for Langston, won a Caldecott Honor and a Coretta Scott King Illustrator Honor. He lives in Washington, DC. You can find his ramblings at JasonWritesBooks.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jason Reynolds
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2015, Reprint, 256 Seiten, mit Abbildungen, Maße: 14 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
- ISBN-10: 1442459484
- ISBN-13: 9781442459489
- Erscheinungsdatum: 07.08.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
*"Reynolds's debut oozes with authenticity... The main and secondary characters are well developed; their sweetness, sassiness, and even stupidity are endearing and relatable....Reynolds is an author to watch." - School Library Journal, Starred Review
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