From the New York Times bestselling author Kwame Alexander comes Rebound, the dynamic prequel to his Newbery Award–winning novel in verse, The Crossover.
Before Josh and Jordan Bell were streaking up and down the court, their father was learning his own moves. 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 goes 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.
This prequel to the Newbery Medal- and Coretta Scott King Award-winning The Crossover scores.
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About the Author
Kwame Alexander is a poet, educator, and the New York Times best-selling author of more than thirty-five books, including Rebound, the follow-up to his Newbery medal–winning middle grade novel, The Crossover. Some of his other works include Booked, which was longlisted for the National Book Award, The Playbook: 52 Rules to Help You Aim, Shoot, and Score in this Game of Life, Swing, and the picture books Out of Wonder and The Undefeated, which was longlisted for the National Book Award and won the Caldecott Medal, a Newbery Honor, and the Coretta Scott King Illustrator Award.
He is a regular contributor to NPR's Morning Edition, currently serving as their poet ambassador.He lives with his family in the UK. Visit his website at www.kwamealexander.com or find him on Twitter and Instagram @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 . . .