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Joseph's Grace

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by Shelia P. Moses

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Joseph’s sophomore year is about to begin, but his new start is a false one. At his father’s request Joseph moved in with Aunt Shirley, Uncle Todd and cousin Jasmine over the summer, to distance himself from his mother’s drug problems and the dangerous characters she interacts with. But efforts to keep Joseph safe have had tragic results for


Joseph’s sophomore year is about to begin, but his new start is a false one. At his father’s request Joseph moved in with Aunt Shirley, Uncle Todd and cousin Jasmine over the summer, to distance himself from his mother’s drug problems and the dangerous characters she interacts with. But efforts to keep Joseph safe have had tragic results for Jasmine: Momma’s boyfriend Bow, on one of his regular rounds lurking around the neighborhood, shoots through a wall and kills Jasmine on the spot. As Joseph contends with his own grief, his mother’s persistent pleas for money, and the distance between himself and his father in Iraq—not to mention schoolwork, making the tennis team, and a new relationship—he’s learning what’s most important to him, and what sacrifices he’ll have to make to become the person he needs to be.

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Tony Johnson
Joseph's Grace is an average story, and it does not take very long to read. The story, though, is very predictable, and there are not many twists or turns. The characters are pretty well described. Readers will begin to see themselves as Joseph and feel for all the problems he has to deal with in his family. This reviewer likes Moses' characters, but the plot lacks depth, as it seems that the same thing is going on the whole time. This book is a good read to kill some time and read a story one may be able to relate to. Reviewer: Tony Johnson, Teen Reviewer
VOYA - KaaVonia Hinton-John
Readers of Joseph (McElderry, 2008/VOYA October 2008) already know the Floods are not strangers to adversity. Joseph's grandfather has recently died, his mother is on drugs, and his dad is stationed in Iraq. What Joseph has left is the support of his maternal aunt and uncle; the memories of his cousin, Jasmine, who was killed by Joseph's mom's boyfriend; and the friendship of a classmate named Valerie. Though his father is serving his country for most of the novel, he sends Joseph loving messages and tries to ensure that his needs are met. This sequel reads like its forerunner: mom needs help, family gives help, mom needs more help, and sixteen-year-old Joseph is in the middle feeling torn. He loves his mother and wants to help her, but he realizes her needs are beyond his capabilities. The author describes wonderfully the unconditional love a child has for a parent, but the answer to Joseph's graceful prayers seems unrealistic, as his mother suddenly finds religion. The repetitious plot lulls at times, and narrative style and voice are lacking. Mature readers intrigued by gritty scenes, violence, drugs, and a determined youth will be happy with this quick read. Reviewer: KaaVonia Hinton-John
Kirkus Reviews

In this sequel toJoseph(2008), the title character now lives with his Aunt Shirley, Uncle Todd and cousin Jasmine. He works at Target and looks forward to beginning his sophomore year. Despite his attempts to distance himself from his drug-addicted mother and her dangerous boyfriend, Bow, she constantly solicits him for drug money. Hopes for a fresh start are shattered when an armed Bow comes to Joseph's home in a rage looking for his mom. When Joseph refuses to open the door, Bow shoots and kills Jasmine. Even as he tries to comfort his inconsolable aunt and uncle and cope with his own guilt over Jasmine's death, Joseph heroically strives to keep up with his schoolwork, his job, sports and a girlfriend. Joseph's almost superhuman resilience and dogged determination are moving and inspiring. The narrative power of Joseph's many struggles loses some impact, however, when Moses resolves his troubles too abruptly and neatly. Emotionally invested readers will be pleased with the hopeful ending, though, even if it's on the tidy side.(Fiction. 12-16)

School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—In this sequel to Joseph (S & S, 2008), Joseph Cross has just lost his cousin Jasmine, who was murdered by his crack-addict mother's boyfriend. Suddenly, beginning his sophomore year of high school does not feel so important. Joseph lives with his aunt and uncle, who are lost in grief over their daughter; his father is still serving in Iraq; and his mother is miles away from recovery. And he no longer has Jasmine's comforting voice and guidance to move him through the turbulent seas of school, grief, and girlfriends. Joseph does his best to regain traction, but every time he comes close, his mother steps in to stall the progress. Joseph's story is sad, but Moses does not provide the necessary emotionality. Short, clipped sentences and limited vocabulary make his voice seem monotone, unemotional, and much younger than his 15 years. This creates a problem in determining audience. The tone also causes much of the story to fall flat, particularly Joseph's relationship with his girlfriend, Valerie. And his naïveté belies his claims of time spent in the projects with his mother and her habit. This tale lacks the emotional resonance needed to carry it and lend it truth.—Naphtali L. Faris, Saint Louis Public Library, MO

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Read an Excerpt


“Amaaaaaazing grace! How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost,

But now am found,

Was blind, but now I seeeee.”

Miss Novella Edmonds sings as everyone screams and cries at my cousin Jasmine’s funeral.

“Help me, Jesus,” she says, and makes her way back to her seat in the choir stand after singing and shouting all over the place.

“Help me, Lord. Help me,” she says between verses as Miss Fitten fans her with the paper fan that has a picture of Martin Luther King Jr. and his family on it. Miss Fitten is crying and shouting too.

I have never seen a dead person look so pretty. My cousin Jasmine looks like an angel lying in her white casket. The pink lace lining matches her pink, green, and white dress. She called that dress her AKA sorority outfit. Jasmine bought the dress on sale at Macy’s in Crabtree Valley Mall over in Raleigh, and she was saving it to wear to the end-of-the-summer dance on North Carolina Central University’s campus, two weeks from now. My cousin was treating herself after making all A’s her senior year in college. She was so excited about starting graduate school at NCCU in the fall. I was excited for her. We all were.

Poor Jasmine had no idea she was buying a dress for her own funeral. She had no idea she wouldn’t live long enough to go to the dance or attend graduate school in the fall. I had no idea my cousin would die so young.

Jasmine was just doing what she did best. She was planning ahead. Jasmine always wanted to be ready for the next exciting thing that was going to happen in her life. Even the end-of-the-summer school dance was exciting to my cousin. She wasn’t the kind of girl who would run to the mall at the last minute to buy something to wear. I would tease her and tell her that some of the clothes she bought so early would be out of style by the time she wore them. But she didn’t care what I said. She just always had to be prepared.

Everything had to match. The shoes, the bag, everything. Even her sunglasses. That was my cousin, all right! Always ready, down to her outfit and what time she would arrive. Never late for anything.

Jasmine enjoyed life and she enjoyed her family. She enjoyed her friends and school. And now she’s gone. At twenty-two years old, she is gone.

Gone forever.

I loved hanging out with Jasmine’s college friends—the “honeys,” as my friends at school call them. Life at North Carolina Central seemed like so much fun for them. I just wanted to be around the college kids as much as possible. I wanted to be a part of their lives. I spent all summer trying to hang out with them, and I definitely want to go to Central when I graduate from high school in two years. Going to NCCU is a family tradition. My grandpa and grandma were graduates from Central, and so were Aunt Shirley and Momma.

Jasmine made college look easy. She was the reason I was looking forward to college. She was just a happy person. Even when I wanted to cry, Jasmine would say something silly and make me laugh.

It was really hard to laugh when I came to live with Jasmine and my aunt and uncle, because nothing is easy when you’re trying to deal with a drug-addicted momma. Daddy left to go back to Iraq at the end of my sophomore year two months ago. He pretty much ordered me to live with Aunt Shirley and Uncle Todd until he came back from the war. I had every intention of doing just that until my friends started telling me they’d seen Momma hanging out on the street corners again with some really bad people. To make matters worse, she was doing drugs and living with that no-good boyfriend, Bow.

After living in a homeless shelter last year and finally moving in with my cousin, I thought we were going to be safe. Momma had barely escaped going to jail after she fell asleep and burned down the homeless shelter. That’s how we ended up at my aunt’s house. But Momma went back into the hood to live with Bow, and I moved back too because I thought that was the only way to save her. Daddy was having none of that, and he was back in the States before I knew it. He hauled me back to my aunt Shirley and uncle Todd’s house. I don’t know if that was good or bad, because if I had stayed there with Momma, maybe I could have saved Jasmine from crazy Bow.

It’s hard to believe that Jasmine’s dead. It’s hard to believe that I’ll never be able to talk to her again. We talked all the time about everything. If I went back to Momma’s for a few weeks, Jasmine would find a way to call me, even if my cell phone was turned off, which was usually the case. Most people thought that we were sister and brother, not first cousins. Not two sisters’ children—sisters who have been paralyzed by pain all week.

I can’t imagine how they feel. I just know that I’m hurting so bad. I feel like this is my fault. I wonder if Momma feels any guilt about how Jasmine died.

My moving back in with Aunt Shirley and Uncle Todd brought all of my troubles with me. I brought all of Momma’s troubles to their house too. Problems I have been dealing with as the son of a drugged-out mother. The problems that I guess other teenagers have too when their daddies are away fighting a senseless war.

I miss my daddy and I’ll be glad when he comes home. When he returns from Iraq this time, he won’t have to go back. I’m counting the days from when he told me that he’d be home for good in six months. Daddy received a new assignment and he’s still not back, but I’m excited knowing he’ll be home forever this time. Maybe he can fix some of the madness in our lives. I wonder where we’ll live. Maybe we’ll move in with his girlfriend, Pauline, or stay here with my folks.

Yes, I brought all of that mess into my aunt and uncle’s home, and now their baby is dead—dead from a bullet to the head.

The bullet came from Bow’s gun. Bow’s no good, and when he’s caught, he’ll go to jail where he belongs. I just don’t believe God will leave things like this.

I know that Bow pulled the trigger, but I feel responsible for Jasmine’s death. I feel like Momma killed her too. Maybe we both killed her with our problems.

I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking about how she died. I don’t know how to explain it. There’s a feeling of loneliness without Jasmine. A feeling that I’m the only person left on Earth. My chest hurts. My heart hurts. I just hurt all over.

© 2011 Shelia P. Moses

Meet the Author

Poet, author, playwright, and producer Shelia P. Moses was raised the ninth of ten children on Rehobeth Road in Rich Square, North Carolina. She is the co-author of Dick Gregory's memoir, Callus on My Soul, as well as the award-winning author of several books for young readers: The Legend of Buddy Bush; The Return of Buddy Bush; I, Dred Scott: A Fictional Slave Narrative Based on the Life and Legal Precedent of Dred Scott; and The Baptism. Shelia lives in Atlanta, Georgia.

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