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Winner of the Correta Scott King - John Steptoe for New Talent Author Award
A Morris Award Finalist
An NPR Favorite Book of 2019
A School Library Journal Best Middle Grade Book of 2019
A Kirkus Reviews Best Middle Grade Book of 2019
This deeply sensitive and powerful debut novel tells the story of a thirteen-year-old who must overcome internalized racism and a verbally abusive family to finally learn to love herself.
There are ninety-six things Genesis hates about herself. She knows the exact number because she keeps a list. Like #95: Because her skin is so dark, people call her charcoal and eggplant—even her own family. And #61: Because her family is always being put out of their house, belongings laid out on the sidewalk for the world to see. When your dad is a gambling addict and loses the rent money every month, eviction is a regular occurrence.
What’s not so regular is that this time they all don’t have a place to crash, so Genesis and her mom have to stay with her grandma. It’s not that Genesis doesn’t like her grandma, but she and Mom always fight—Grandma haranguing Mom to leave Dad, that she should have gone back to school, that if she’d married a lighter skinned man none of this would be happening, and on and on and on. But things aren’t all bad. Genesis actually likes her new school; she’s made a couple friends, her choir teacher says she has real talent, and she even encourages Genesis to join the talent show.
But how can Genesis believe anything her teacher says when her dad tells her the exact opposite? How can she stand up in front of all those people with her dark, dark skin knowing even her own family thinks lesser of her because of it? Why, why, why won’t the lemon or yogurt or fancy creams lighten her skin like they’re supposed to? And when Genesis reaches #100 on the list of things she hates about herself, will she continue on, or can she find the strength to begin again?
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Chapter One one
Nobody could tell me that today wasn’t gon’ be my day. Even though I couldn’t determine the correct term of equality in math, shanked the nearly airless volleyball in PE, and truly didn’t care to discuss the effects of the Civil War in social studies, I was unshook, ’cause today my girls finally agreed to hang out with me—at my house!
And with Regina to my right cracking jokes, Fatima and Tasha and Angela to my left laughing insanely loud, shoot, every eye is on us. Boys jockin’ us—well, actually jockin’ them. Regardless, they’re grinning like we’re all a bag of M&M’s. I’m so amped that I actually yell this to the guys. And don’t you know—Regina uses my line as a jump off, cracking, “And y’all ain’t ’bout to taste none of us either!” We all slap hands and keep it moving.
Regina’s going on about her plans for us to watch music videos, ’cause Tasha’s crushing on some new hot singer. And in my mind, we’re all sitting on the couch debating which rapper is the finest. Then, we’ll drink Sprite and eat the chips that Mama went out to buy especially for us.
But as soon as we round the corner of my block, my heart skips like a scratched CD. Not again. Please, not again. But yes, again. All our furniture sits in the front yard—but this time it’s laid out exactly like it had been inside the house, as if the movers are playing a cruel joke. Our glass living room table sits in front of the couch with a cocktail table on each side. The kitchen chairs are properly placed with the dining table. Even our beds are still made with the blankets and pillows.
“This your house?” Regina says, flicking her long braids.
“Uh, no.” Dad. Didn’t he know today was epic for me? “I live over there,” I say, pointing to a house where the metal bars on the security door swirl in an elegant design.
“She lying,” Fatima butts in. “I saw her go in this one the other day.” “This one” is a small brick house with peeling green trim, chipped up cement steps, and straight metal bars on the door and windows like a prison.
Now I understand what Grandma means when she says, “There’s always one.” Regina snorts, “Hey, y’all, Genesis gotta pee outside!” Then she throws back her head and bursts out laughing. The other three start laughing too. A bunch of copycats.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. They’re whispering and pointing, and my family’s STUFF IS SITTING IN THE YARD! “You know what?” I finally come up with. “I forgot, my mama said we were getting new furniture.”
Angela raises an eyebrow. High. “Not with that big ol’ metal thing covering the doorknob, you ain’t.”
They all swivel their heads at the same time and mutter, “Danggggg.”
“Nobody’s getting through that door besides the landlord,” Angela jabs.
Regina turns to me, smirking. “Just admit your folks are bums.”
I search their faces, hoping at least one of them will stick up for me. But no one, not even Tasha—whose mama’s car was repossessed in the middle of the night just the other week!—says a peep. Yes, I know a repossessed car ain’t as serious as finding your stuff spread out in the yard for everybody to see, but still. “No, uhm...” I’m out of lies. Dad. Dad. Dad. “It’s just that—”
“It’s just that it is what it is, ain’t that right, y’all?” They all “yep” as Regina now roams around the couch and tables, stalking. “Furniture so busted even the Goodwill don’t want it.”
The copycats “hee-hee-hee” again. This time I force myself to laugh right along with them. “I know, right!” I agree, trailing her.
“I knew you were poor, but dang...” Regina struts past our kitchen set, pokes at a wobbly chair. “This is pitiful, Char.”
I try hard to not visibly wince. Char. Short for Charcoal. Since I started at this school, I’ve laughed at their jokes and sucked it all up to make friends. And I’d made progress; just this last week they stopped calling me Eggplant. And then they’d agreed to come over....
Regina beelines toward a cluster of furniture that had clearly been in my bedroom. “Y’all wanna see some of Char’s hand-me-downs?”
“Don’t!” I slip in front of my dresser, stretching my arms across it protectively.
Regina shoves at me, but I’m not budging. “Move it, CharCOAL!”
And now I’m mad. And when I get mad, my mouth shoots off before it can connect to my brain. And now my mouth’s dishing out a response faster than I can stop it, because how could she? How dare she?!
“You know what?” I shoot back. “Forget you! You’re not all that with yo’ ratchet Black Barbie wannabe self.”
Now I’ve done it. Good-bye, Regina. Good-bye, Tasha, Fatima, and Angela. Good-bye, any chance at—stop it! I tell myself. Maybe she won’t take too much offense to my clap-back.
No chance. Regina stands rigid, her hands ball into fists. Her posse rallies closer. “What did you say?” she says, her voice low, dangerous. All four of them edge toward me. Slow. Steady. “Say it again.”
No way am I saying it again.
Regina narrows her eyes. One fist starts coming up. And then, oh merciful Lord, a screen door slams. My neighbor. My neighbor who’s never said two words to me since we moved in now stands, wide-legged, on her porch. She sizes up the furniture, me, Regina, and the girls. Regina glowers back, maybe waiting for her to leave so they can pummel the living daylights out of me. My neighbor doesn’t leave. She stares us down.
Finally, Regina raises her chin. “Don’t let me catch you around, Eggplant. Come on, y’all,” and in unison the other three turn and march out of my yard. Down the sidewalk.
Bang! The screen door closes as my neighbor goes back into her house.
And now I’m left with, well, with this! I fall on my bed—which is OUTSIDE—and pray I don’t ever have to see Regina and ’em again. Then I curse Dad for not paying the rent. Again. I curse him for making me wait out here while passing spectators stare stupidly, like maybe I don’t realize furniture is supposed to be inside a house.
Then I curse myself. For believing someone like Regina would even be friends with me.
But I’m not gon’ cry. I’m not. Especially ’cause even though our neighbor might be back inside, she’s watching from her window. It’s getting chilly now, so I reach over and dig in my drawer for a sweatshirt. But my hand first finds a sheet of paper—The List. I pull it out.
The List. Even though the paper’s wrinkled and worn, I review and add to it all the time. Back in fifth grade, Chyna and Porsche slid a note onto my desk. Gullible me thought it was an invitation. And then I read the title: 100 REASONS WHY WE HATE GENESIS.
Stupid girls. Couldn’t even count. They only listed sixty reasons; and they were stretching it, too, because some were really dumb, like #1: She smiles too much, or #39: She thinks she got pretty writing, and even #46: She bumped into me and acted like she didn’t know it.
Shoot, they should’ve just asked me for the rest. Because I’ve already added twenty-four others, like #73: Because she’s always getting put out of her house. Or, what I’ll add now, #85: Because her friends dump her when they see her stuff on the curb like a Salvation Army pickup.
After reading over the entire list, my fingers refuse to fold the paper back up. Thoughts of how badly I wanted to strut down the halls with Regina and her girls keep needling me. Of course I’d never actually be one of them, but just being with them was good enough, you know? When I’m with them, someone else is on the sidelines admiring me, no clue I’m fronting like my life’s all that. But now I picture Regina’s face from fifteen minutes ago and how I laughed at myself to prove I could take a joke, because yes, I really could. Except none of that was a joke. So, I guess I proved I’m great at frontin’. Now, my fingers tremble as I add #86:
Because she let them call her Charcoal, Eggplant, and Blackie.
I bury the note back in my dresser and pull out that sweatshirt. Then I patrol around the yard like a security guard. On my third round, a cab pulls up. Mama jumps out wearing pink scrubs, and the cab speeds off. “You all right?” she calls, immediately wading through the “rooms,” inspecting each item.
“I’m cold, and I gotta go,” I say, nodding at that big device covering the doorknob.
“Anybody bother our stuff?” Mama rummages through her dresser drawer.
“Not since I’ve been here. Why we get put out again?”
“Not now, Genesis.” Mama removes some papers from the drawer and shoves them into her purse, picks up her jewelry box and tucks it under her arm. “Well, this is a first.” Mama’s surveying the yard, turning in a complete circle. “I don’t think we’ve ever been put out so neatly before.”
After what seems like forever, but actually is only five minutes later, a silver Cadillac parks in front of the house. Mama checks her watch and says, “Right on time, thank God.”
An old man climbs out. “Mrs. Anderson...”
“Mr. Myers, thank you so much for meeting me.” Mama blinks her big brown eyes.
“Ordinarily, I wouldn’t because it’s your husband’s name that’s on the lease, and—” His eyes meet Mama’s and just like that, his clenched jaw softens. “I hate to do this, Mrs. Anderson, I really do, but you all haven’t paid in months.”
“I know, cutbacks at the plant. My husband lost half his hours, half his paycheck.” Mama gives that same reason every time, but never confesses where the other half of Dad’s paycheck goes. “We’re awfully sorry.”
We follow him to the porch and up the cracked steps. Mr. Myers gives Mama a gentle smile as he unbolts the metal lockout device. “I’ll do this favor... only for you.”
“I’m truly grateful,” says Mama, stepping inside. “I really am.”
I race to the bathroom and my bladder’s grateful that the movers left behind the tissue. When I come out, Mama’s searching the kitchen cabinets. She turns to me, instructing, “Genesis, do a final sweep of your room, just to make sure the movers got everything. Okay?”
In my room, a mirror hangs on the other side of the closet door. No matter how many times I shut it, that door cracks back open. Now, as I check inside to make sure nothing’s been left behind, the mirror faces me. It hates me too.
We stand in a stare-off like Celie did in The Color Purple, this old movie that Mama watches every dang time it comes on TV. In the movie, gorgeous Shug Avery makes Celie face herself in the mirror to convince her she’s beautiful, even though Shug called Celie ugly in the first place. “You sho’ is ugly.” That’s exactly how Shug said it too. And here I am, facing myself like Celie. “Well?” I say. “Get on with it.”
Look at you, with that wide nose, my reflection says.
I pinch my nostrils down.
And those big lips.
I smash my lips tight.
And that nappy head.
I finger the tangles loose.
Don’t get me started on how black you are.
I want to say something, but what? That I think I’m cute? ’Cause I’m not. That I have good hair? ’Cause I don’t. That I’m not dark? ’Cause I am.
Who you think’s gonna love you with the way you look? Cackling echoes through the mirror so loud it could shatter.
“I can’t stand you,” I say to my reflection.
I slam the door, trapping the voices inside.
When we’re done, Mr. Myers ushers us back outside, then covers the door handle with the lockout device. Mama holds a box full of spices and canned foods that she found in the kitchen. My search came up empty. She apologizes again for the inconvenience, and for not paying the rent. Mr. Myers kindly shakes his head. He feels bad for us, I can tell. He doesn’t have steely eyes like the last three landlords. They looked at us like we were dirt, even though they’re probably only mad about being cheated out of their money. Which is fair, I guess. But Mr. Myers’s eyes are sad, even as he drives away from the curb. I wave good-bye, but he doesn’t see it.
Mama finds the trash bags and hands me one. “Get your clothes out of the drawers and put ’em in these.” She does the same. When we’re done, we both sink onto the couch and wait for Dad. I shiver and Mama takes the couch’s throw blanket and wraps it around my shoulders. She checks her watch again.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Almost five.” Mama rubs the chill from her legs. Her scrubs are no match for the cold. I take the throw from my shoulders and cover us both. She digs her cell phone from her purse and checks it. More cars drive past, folks looking at us like we’re crazy.
“Mama...,” I say hesitantly. She looks at me, confused, so I add, “Did you forget? Today my friends were coming over.”
Mama slaps her forehead. “Oh, Genesis, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” She asks what happened, and I tell her everything besides the confrontation part. She apologizes again and promises to make it up to me when things get back to normal. Things are never “normal,” but I make a mental note to remind her, if they ever are.
For another half hour we sit on the couch, cuddled up. Mama calls Dad twice, and each time he says he’s on his way. She’s about to hit his number for a third time when he drives up, followed by a U-Haul truck.
Before Dad can step a foot on the curb, Mama’s already up, fussing. “What took you so long? You know how cold it is? Guess you want us to catch the death of pneumonia, huh?”
“Calm down! I told you I had to pick up Dwight and Mike.” Dwight and Mike stand next to the U-Haul and nod when Dad says their names. “Then we had to go back ’cross town to get the truck.”
“From the looks of your red eyes, you been doing more than that,” Mama says, all sly. Then she points a finger at him saying, “You told me the rent was taken care of, then you have me leave my job to cover your mess—YOURS.”
Dad opens and closes his mouth. I wait a few seconds for his reaction, and when he doesn’t go off, then I get up too.
“Hey, you did say this wasn’t gon’ happen again,” I echo, wrapping the throw around me, and standing next to Mama. Just to think, Dad was off somewhere drinking while Regina and her crew were tryna’ drag me. So I add, “And we were called bums, and I almost got into a fight.”
Mama turns to me. “A fight?”
“Almost,” I cover. Now I’m mad all over again. “How would you like to be called a bum?”
For a second time, Dad seems at a loss for words. But he recovers and finally says, “But you okay, right?”
I nod, but Mama... if her eyes were lasers, she’d surely roast Dad with the look she’s giving him.
“What?” he says, acting clueless. “She said she was okay.”
“Your child is out here about to fight over this mess? Is this what you want for Genesis?”
“I hope not,” I mumble under my breath.
“Come on, Gen. Let’s get you warm.” Mama holds out a hand. “Give me the keys, so I can start the car.”
“So, you mad? You lookin’ at me like this is all my fault!” Dad’s left eye squints, like a tick. Here it comes. This is when the alcohol usually starts talking. Mama doesn’t respond, and I take two steps back. But Dad, he just reaches into his pocket, pulls out the keychain, and drops it into Mama’s hand. Then he jogs over to Dwight and Mike, gestures to the yard, and they get to work loading the truck.
Whaaa? Whew, Dad’s response was... chill. Then I think, Dang, the night ain’t over.
We say good-bye to Euclid Avenue, and hello to—where are we going now? I buckle my seat belt, my hands a little shaky. Here’s the thing. The first time we got put out we stayed at a motel, and all night long we heard arguing, cussing, and police sirens. No biggie. The second time, well, we went to Grandma’s, but Mama said she never ever wants to do that again. And the third time we got evicted—five months ago—we stayed in Dad’s friend’s basement. That’s when Dad... drunk Dad... went off on me. I mean like, really, really went off. His words still ring in my head.
You were supposed to come out lookin’ like her... look at you with yo’ black—
I plug my fingertips into my ears to block out his voice. But his slurry words are still there. At first I was more scared than hurt. Like, you know how you can’t see dust drifting in the air, but you see the filthiness after it’s settled? That’s something like how Dad’s words were for me. And you know what? I started studying myself in the mirror and, yeah, he’s right.
The radio is on, and it’s now safe to remove my fingers. My coal-black fingers. I remembered overhearing Mama once telling her friend that milk baths were good for the skin, and she’d shown off her arms proudly. That’s why Mama’s skin is so light, I’d thought. I know, I know, of course that’s not why. But it didn’t stop me from sneaking a gallon of milk from the fridge and pouring it in the tub. I rolled back and forth, trying to get that little bit of milk all over my body. But after the second time, Mama griped: “Who’s drinking up all the milk? Ain’t nobody that thirsty!” That ended that—and I was no closer to looking like Mama.
Part of me believes that Dad might not have said those things if it wasn’t for us being stuck staying in a basement. So I know I’m being selfish, but I’d be happier if we stayed at Grandma’s—even if her snaps are sharper than an alligator’s.
“Ma?” I hesitate. “Uhm... where we staying?” I grip the seat cushion, bracing for an answer. Please not in that basement. Please not in that basement.
Dad glances at me through the rearview mirror. “Your grandmother’s.”
“Really?” I breathe out, “Yesssss.”
“Shouldn’t we talk about this first?” says Mama, the hard look back on her face. “You know how I feel about going there—”
“I know,” Dad interrupts, “but—”
“And where exactly will you be?” Mama interrupts back.
“At Dwight’s. Somebody has to keep an eye on our stuff.” Dad anxiously drums his thumbs on the steering wheel as he explains that our furniture will stay in the U-Haul until he finds us a new place.
Why would he want to stay with Dwight? Besides the fact that Grandma has made it clear that a man who can’t provide a roof for her daughter can’t sleep under hers. But still, Dwight only keeps mayonnaise and ketchup in his refrigerator and has three German shepherds that bark all night long. Dad would be better off at a motel.
After a few seconds, he mutters, “And I’m gon’ need to borrow some money, too.”
“Really, Emory?” Mama shifts away from him, glaring out the window.
Yep, that’s why he’s staying with those three barking dogs.
Reading Group Guide
A Reading Group Guide to
Genesis Begins Again
By Alicia D. Williams
About the Book
Thirteen-year-old Genesis is used to starting over. Just as she begins to settle into a new neighborhood, new house, new school, the same thing happens: Genesis and her parents are once again evicted from their home, all of their possessions spread out in the front yard for anyone to see. Unless her father stops drinking and gambling, Genesis feels doomed to a life of uncertainty and humiliation. So she's shocked when the family moves to a big home in an upscale suburb with clean, safe schools. But even in a nice neighborhood, her family’s problems continue—and Genesis believes it’s all her fault. For years Genesis’s family has made her feel less-than because she was born darker skinned like her dad, and the kids at both her old and new school bully her for the same reason. Genesis even bullies herself, by trying to find ways to lighten her skin, and by writing a long list of things she hates about her life and her appearance, especially her dark skin and kinky hair. As new friends and a perceptive music teacher help Genesis to begin believing in herself, she discovers that changing her own attitude is the first step in helping change others’.
1. Describe Genesis at the beginning of the book and again at the end. How has she changed? What has brought about these changes? Talk about how the author reveals Genesis’s character through action and dialogue, pointing to specific impactful scenes. What parts of Genesis’s experiences or character do you most relate to?
2. Genesis has a long list of reasons to “hate” herself. How does the list start? What does she add to it, and why do you think she keeps it going? How does it affect the way she views herself? What happens to the list at the end, and why? What kind of advice or support would you have given to Genesis? Do you think that sometimes you can be your own harshest critic?
3. Genesis receives messages that darker skin makes her look ugly and that it will hold her back in life. What makes her feel this way? What is her mother’s view of skin color? What is her grandmother’s? What is her father’s? Why do their views have such a big impact on Genesis? Do you think her family realizes what their words and actions do to her? What does Genesis do to try to change her appearance?
4. Describe Genesis’s home situation, including the relationship between her parents. How has eviction affected their lives? How do they end up in Farmington Hills? Why does Genesis believe the good new situation won’t last? Do you think she feels responsible for any of the turmoil?
5. Compare Farmington Hills to where Genesis lived in Detroit. Is there anything she misses about her old neighborhood? How do her old and new schools compare? Why does she want to stay there by the end of the story? How would you feel about transferring schools in the middle of the year? What are some of the challenges and benefits? What might starting again in a new environment teach you about yourself and what you value most?
6. Genesis loves her father, but he also causes much of her pain. Explain situations from the book that make this statement true. What are some of her father’s strengths and weaknesses? Do you think he changes over the course of the story? Give evidence for your answer.
7. What kind of relationship does Genesis have with her mother? Describe her mother’s personality and background. What are some disappointments that her mother currently faces or has faced in the past? Why does Genesis sometimes feel bad, and even guilty, about her mother’s life?
8. What is Genesis’s grandmother’s role in her life? Discuss the positive and negative aspects of her grandmother’s influence. How do her mother and grandmother get along? How does their relationship impact the way Genesis feels about her grandmother?
9. How does Genesis and Sophia’s friendship evolve? What about Sophia initially interests Genesis? Why do you think they like each other? When do they disagree, and why? In what ways does Genesis envy Sophia? What qualities do you value in a friendship?
10. How does Genesis first meet Troy, and how does he help her? How does she help him? Describe some of his views on life and where they come from. What is his home life like? How does it affect him?
11. Talk about the bullying that Genesis faces in her old and new schools. What names is she called? How are Sophia and Troy bullied? What do you think motivates kids who are cruel to others in this novel and in real life? How do Sophia, Troy, and Genesis support one another?
12. Mrs. Hill quickly becomes important to Genesis. What does the music teacher give Genesis, and why? In what other ways does Mrs. Hill encourage her and make her feel better? How do their interactions start to change the way she views herself and her dark skin? Can you name a teacher or other adult who has greatly impacted your life? Explain the situation and how this person made you feel. Why do you think it’s important to find someone you can connect with, whether it’s an adult or a peer? Do you think it’s easy to build that kind of trust?
13. What does Genesis love about the singers on the CDs Mrs. Hill loans her? Talk about the importance of music in Genesis’s life and in the plot. Why do you think she changes her mind about performing in the talent show?
14. At the beginning of chapter twenty-four, both Genesis and Sophia speak up in class about the book, The Outsiders. Reread their discussion and relate it to what they’re going through now or have gone through before. What book have you read that you most identify with? Explain why you feel this way.
15. Why does the talent show mean so much to Genesis? What does she learn in the course of preparing for it? How and why do Jason, Terrance, and Yvette try to undermine Genesis? Describe the outcome of the show in relationship to Sophia’s comment, “It’s not always about winning.”
16. Genesis is surprised when her mother says, “‘I had no clue you were that brave.’” Explain what her mother is referring to, and talk about ways Genesis is brave in the book. Why do you think Genesis never viewed herself as being brave? Discuss why her mother says, “‘It’s time I stop being afraid.’” What do you think her mother learned from Genesis?
17. Troy and Genesis have a serious exchange about the fact that she is trying to make herself look different. He says, “‘You were dope before the auditions. Before the fancy hair. Before all of it. Because you weren’t chasing the hype.’” What does he mean by “chasing the hype”? How does Genesis feel about his comments? Relate his comments to the entire novel and the ideas it explores. Have you ever felt like Troy or Genesis?
18. What aspects of the plot and Genesis’s life bring a sense of completion to the end? Which parts are still up in the air? What do you think will happen after the last chapter? Give some specific predictions and explain your basis for them. Has the book changed any of the ways you view yourself, your peers, or your family? Explain your answer.
Judging a Book by Its Cover (and Title)
Before reading the book, have students meet in small groups to discuss both the title and the cover. What do the title and cover suggest about the story and its content? After reading the book, have the same small groups meet to compare their predictions to the book’s actual content. They should discuss how the cover art reflects the book, and then create their own cover for it.
Meet the Author
Working in pairs, have students gather information about the author, first from the book and then from the Internet. What do the acknowledgments and back cover flap reveal about Alicia D. Williams? What can be learned about her, if anything, from the story itself? What Internet resources such as the publisher’s website give even more information? Does knowing more about her impact how students read or relate to the story? Have students write a letter to Alicia D. Williams, explaining how they felt about the story and what more they’d like to know about her and her experiences, or Genesis and her experiences.
And Listen to the Author!
In their research for the previous activity, some students may find this interview with Ms. Williams on NPR. Listen to it as a class, and hold a discussion to make connections between the interview and the book. Discuss the title of the interview, “A Teen Faces Colorism at School and at Home,” and the meaning of colorism. Have students each write down three more questions they would ask the author if they met her.
Is Beauty Everything?
Halfway through the book, Genesis declares, “‘Beauty is everything.’” Ask students to write an essay on this topic in relationship to the novel and to our society in general. It should explore why Genesis feels this way, and how her views change throughout the book. It should also reflect on the messages that society gives about the importance of physical beauty. The students should also give their own views on the role of beauty, and how it relates to their lives and experiences.
Billie, Ella, and Etta
Mrs. Hill introduces Genesis to Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, and Etta James. She also makes a connection between music and art. Play some of the music mentioned in the book to the class, and invite students to create a response in art as they listen. Have them use markers, paints, or any other art medium as long as it includes color. Their responses can be abstract or representational.
Guide written by Kathleen Odean, a youth librarian for seventeen years who chaired the 2002 Newbery Award Committee. She now gives all-day workshops on new books for children and teens. She tweets at @kathleenodean.
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