The Hate U Give (The Hate U Give, #1)

by Angie Thomas

Once you’ve seen how broken someone is it’s like seeing them naked—you can’t look at them the same anymore.

That’s the problem. We let people say stuff, and they say it so much that it becomes okay to them and normal for us. What’s the point of having a voice if you’re gonna be silent in those moments you shouldn’t be?

We lose our minds when my cousin-through-marriage, Beyoncé, comes on. (I swear I’m related to Jay-Z somehow. Same last name—we have to be.)