New York Times bestseller ∙ ALA Notable Book * "An eminently satisfying story of family, recovery, and growing into manhood."—Kirkus, starred review From the New York Times bestselling author Kwame Alexander comes Rebound, a dynamic novel in verse and companion to his Newbery Award-winner, The Crossover, illustrated with striking graphic novel panels. Before Josh and Jordan Bell were streaking up and down the court, their father was learning his own moves. In this prequel to Newbery Medal winner The Crossover, Chuck Bell takes center stage, as readers get a glimpse of his childhood and how he became the jazz music worshiping, basketball star his sons look up to. A novel in verse with all the impact and rhythm readers have come to expect from Kwame Alexander, Rebound will go back in time to visit the childhood of Chuck "Da Man" Bell during one pivotal summer when young Charlie is sent to stay with his grandparents where he discovers basketball and learns more about his family's past.
About the Author
Kwame Alexander is a poet, educator, and New York Times best-selling author of 21 books, including Booked and The Crossover, which received the 2015 John Newbery Medal and Coretta Scott King Award Honor. He lives with his family in Virginia. Visit Kwame at www.kwamealexander.com, on Twitter at @kwamealexander, and on Instagram at @kwamealexander.
Read an Excerpt
May 28, 1988
The game is on at the park. The stars are out. It’s close to dark.Hoop KingsSOARing in the SKY so high so fly like they Got Wings (it’s like the blacktop is a boxSPRING )Hey, Charlie, you see what he did with that THING! my best friend, Skinny, yells T W I R L I N G andWHIRLINGthe ball so sweet it’s like a bee s t i n g(Ouch!) He just Swished in your Face. Stung you like a can of mace These boys so fly they’re outta SPACE!
C’mon, Charlie, I got next. Let’s hoop, Skinny says, jumping up from the sidewalk. Nah, I gotta get home for dinner, I lie.
I used to play H.O.R.S.E.
against my father, and sometimes I won, but when I tried playing on a team, I’d get too nervous to shoot, too scared of the ball (like the time I missed a pass and got hit up- side the head).
Sometimes, I wish
I was a superhero, superfly like Quicksilver speed-racing down the court sleek as a sports car faster than NASCAR, leaving all my sadness in the dust—far, far away from now.
Wish I could soar score throw down a monster dunk like I was Thor.
Wish I could elevate my name with game so good it’s hall of fame!
Wish I could forget all the pain.
Yeah, that’s what I wish . . .