All it takes to rewrite the rules is a little fresh ink in this remarkable YA collection from thirteen of the most recognizable diverse authors writing today including Nicola Yoon, Jason Reynolds, Melissa de la Cruz, and many more, and published in partnership with We Need Diverse Books.
"This awesome anthology came together with the fantastic organization We Need Diverse Books, and...combines an all-star cast of talent." Paste Magazine
Carefulyou are holding fresh ink. And not hot-off-the-press, still-drying-in-your-hands ink. Instead, you are holding twelve stories with endings that are still being writtenwhose next chapters are up to you.
Because these stories are meant to be read. And shared.
Thirteen of the most accomplished YA authors deliver a label-defying anthology that includes ten short stories, a graphic novel, and a one-act play from Walter Dean Myers never before in-print. This collection addresses topics like gentrification, acceptance, untimely death, coming out, and poverty and ranges in genre from contemporary realistic fiction to adventure and romance. It will inspire you to break conventions, bend the rules, and color outside the lines. All you need is fresh ink.
AUTHORS INCLUDE: Schuyler Bailar, Melissa de la Cruz, Sara Farizan, Sharon G. Flake, Eric Gansworth, Malindo Lo, Walter Dean Myers, Daniel José Older, Thien Pham, Jason Reynolds, Aminah Mae Safi, Gene Luen Yang, Nicola Yoon
"I absolutely love this mix of established and newer talents, and I'm really intrigued and excited by the mixed formats." BookRiot
"Huge, huge names in YA participated." Bustle
|Publisher:||Random House Children's Books|
|Product dimensions:||5.20(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Lamar Giles writes novels and short stories for teens and adults. He is the author of the Edgar Award nominees Fake ID and Endangered, as well as the YA novel Overturned. He is a founding member of We Need Diverse Books, and he resides in Virginia with his wife. Check him out online at lamargiles.com or follow @LRGiles on Twitter.
Read an Excerpt
Shay’s father climbed up into the driver’s seat of a rental truck and slammed the door. Started the engine, cut the emergency blinkers, then honked the horn twice to say goodbye, before pulling off. Moments later, another truck pulled up to the same spot—a replacement. Double-parked, killed the engine, toggled the emergency blinkers, rolled the windows up until there was only a sliver of space for air to slip through.
“What I wanna know is, why you get to give me one, but I can’t give you one?” Dante asked, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes on the street as the people in the new truck—a young man and woman—finally jumped out, lifted the door in the back, studied whatever was inside. Brooklyn was being its usual self. Alive, full of sounds and smells. A car alarm whining down the block. An old lady sitting at a window, blowing cigarette smoke. The scrape and screech of bus brakes every fifteen minutes. A normal day for Brooklyn. But for Shay and Dante, not a normal day at all.
“Oh, simple. Two reasons. The first is that I can’t risk getting some kind of nasty eraser infection. I’m too cute for that. And the second is that my dad will come back, find you, and kill you for marking me,” Shay replied, stretching her arms over her head, then sitting back down on the stoop beside Dante.
“Kill me? Please. Your pops loves me,” Dante shot back confidently. He wiped sweat from his neck, then snatched the pencil he had tucked behind his ear and gave it to Shay. They had been planning this ever since she got the news—ever since she told him she was leaving.
“Um . . . ‘love’ is a strong word. He likes you. Sometimes. But he loves me.” Shay pushed her finger into her own sternum, like pushing a button to turn her heart on. Or off.
“Not like I do.” Dante let those words slip from his lips effortlessly, like breathing. He’d told Shay that he loved her a long time ago, back when they were five years old and she taught him how to tie his shoes. Before then, he’d just tuck in the laces until they worked their way up the sides, slowly crawling out like worms from wet soil, which would almost always lead to Dante tripping over them, scraping his knees, floor or ground burning holes in his denim. Mrs. Davis, their teacher, would clean the wounds, apply the Band-Aid that would stay put only until school was over. Then Dante would slowly peel it off because Shay always needed to see it, white where brown used to be, a blood-speckled boo-boo waiting to be blown. Kissed.
Shay smiled and bumped against Dante before turning to him and softly cupping his jaws with one hand, smushing his cheeks until his lips puckered into a fish face. She pressed her mouth to his for a kiss, and exaggerated the suction noise because she loved how kissing sounded—like something sticking together, then coming unstuck.
“Don’t try to get out of this, Dante,” she scolded, releasing his face. “Gimme your arm.” She grabbed him by the wrist, yanked his arm straight. Then she flipped the pencil point-side up and started rubbing the eraser against his skin.
They’d been sitting on the stoop for a while, watching cars pull out and new cars pull in. Witnessing the neighborhood rearrange itself. They’d been sitting there since Dante helped Shay’s father carry the couch down and load it into the truck. The couch was last and it came after the mattresses, dressers, and boxes with shoes or books or shay’s misc. in slanted cursive, scribbled in black marker across the tops. Up and down the steps Dante had gone, back and forth, lifting, carrying, moving, packing, while Shay and her mother continued taping boxes and bagging trash, pausing occasionally for moments of sadness.
Well, Shay’s mother did, at least. She couldn’t stop crying. This had been her home for over twenty years. This small, two-bedroom, third-floor walk-up with good sunlight and hardwood floors. A show fireplace and ornate molding. Ugly prewar bathroom tiles, like standing on a psychedelic chessboard. This was where Shay took her first steps. Where she took sink baths before pretending her dolls were mermaids in the big tub. Where she scribbled her name on the wall in her room under the window, before slinking into her parents’ bed to snuggle. This was where she left trails of stickiness across the floor whenever coming inside with a Popsicle from the ice-cream truck. Where she learned to water her mother’s plants. Plants they weren’t able to keep because now this space—their space—was gone. Bought out from under them. Empty. All packed into a clunky truck that was already headed south. And since Shay’s father left early to get a jump on traffic, it seemed like a good idea to let her mother take a much-needed moment to weep in peace.
Plus, then Shay could have a much-needed moment to eraser-tattoo Dante.
Table of Contents
Foreword Lamar Giles 1
Eraser Tattoo Jason Reynolds 3
Meet Cute Malinda Lo 14
Don't Pass Me Eric Gansworth 38
Be Cool for Once Aminah Mae Safi 55
Tags Walter Dean Myers 72
Why I Learned to Cook Sara Farizan 86
A Stranger at the Bochinche Daniel José Older 101
A Boy's Duty Sharon G. Flake 112
One Voice: A Something In-Between Story Melissa de la Cruz 133
Paladin/Samurai Gene Luen Yang Thien Pham 147
Catch, Pull, Drive Schuyler Bailar 156
Super Human Nicola Yoon 172
About the Authors 189
About We Need Diverse Books 197
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Average Rating: 3.58 Stars Stories I Was Most Excited For: Eraser Tattoo by Jason Reynolds; Super Human By Nicola Yoon Favorite stories: Be Cool For Once by Aminah Mae Safi; Why I Learned to Cook by Sara Farizan; Super Human by Nicola Yoon Least Favorite Stories: A Stranger at the Bochinche by Daniel José Older; Paladin/Samuari by Gene Luen Yang Fresh Ink is a vibrant collection of diverse stories that share personal truths, hopes, fears, and dreams. Told in short stories, a one act play, and a graphic short these stories give voice to characters whose stories are not often given the space to shine. But these author craft complex characters in dynamic relationships that draw you in.
This was a wonderful book I would recommend to anyone who needs a change in pace from all the mainstream and often whitewashed YA genre. This is a book that compiles stories from authors coming from many walks of life and features a rich diverse range of characters. "Don't Pass By Me" was particularly poignant, "Why I Learned to Cook" made me teary-eyed and I called my grandma right after, and the one-act play was such a cool idea executed superbly! Check this out if you get the chance I highly recommend it.
Thank you to NetGalley and Random House Children’s and Crown Books for Young Readers for the advance reader copy, Fresh Ink: An Anthology by Lamar Giles (Editor) in exchange for an honest review. This compilation of short stories by Young Adult authors is awesome, real, needed, and published in partnership with We Need Diverse Books. Fresh Ink needs to be read by all children and young adults. From diverse authors like Jason Reynolds, Nicola Yoon, Gene Luen Yang, Malinda Lo, Daniel Jose Older, Lamar Giles, Eric Gansworth, Sharon G. Flake, Melissa de la Cruz, Sara Farizan and others, these shining short stories will inspire, inform, and bring deserving diverse literature (with many universal YA themes) to all who read and enjoy this powerful collection of very worthy short stories, so sit down, grab this book, read, and oh will you enjoy!!!