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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. Excerpted from Fresh Ink: An Anthology All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
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"In these pages are all sorts of heroes," We Need Diverse Books cofounder Lamar Giles writes in the foreword to this anthology. The collection boasts many notable contributors, including Sara Farizan, Daniel JosAc Older, Eric Gansworth, and Gene Luen Yang. Writing in a variety of formats, 13 creators tell stories of love, death, war, isolation, and human connection. In Malinda Lo's delightful "Meet Cute," Tamia, a black girl dressed as Agent Scully, and Nic, an Asian girl dressed as gender-flipped Sulu, develop a tentative attraction at a science fiction and fantasy convention. Varied and purposefully compiled, this anthology provides readers a gateway to seek out more stories with inclusive representation. Ages 12-up. (Aug.) c Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Gr 9 Up-This collaboration with We Need Diverse Books features 13 standalone stories from award-winning and best-selling authors including Melissa de la Cruz, Sara Farizan, Eric Gansworth, Malinda Lo, Daniel José Older, Jason Reynolds, Aminah Mae Safi, Gene Luen Yang, and Nicola Yoon. The stories are distinct in themes, subjects, genres, and formats, creating an inclusive, authentic, and incredible collection. Each entry features realistic, well-rounded characters and plots. The protagonists identify across a spectrum of races, ethnicities, gender identities, and sexualities without being reduced to stereotypes or tokenism. Timely topics such as the U.S. 2016 Presidential election and DACA are addressed, but other stories are historical, comedic, and even include science fiction. The entire anthology is strong, but there are a few showstoppers. Safi perfectly captures the angst and awkwardness of teen crushes and romance. Gansworth demonstrates the power of small acts of rebellion through a young Native American in 1975 taking a stand against "flesh" toned pencil crayons. Yoon's contribution is a heartbreaking, beautiful, and thought-provoking entry about Black Lives Matter. While all readers will benefit from this work, recommend to fans of Yoon, Angie Thomas, or those interested in social justice. VERDICT This compelling anthology is an excellent choice for YA collections.-Kaetlyn Phillips, Yorkton, Sask. © Copyright 2018. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Careful--you 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 written--whose next chapters are up to you.<br> <br> Because these stories are meant to be read. And shared.<br> <br> 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. This collection will inspire you to break conventions, bend the rules, and color outside the lines. All you need is fresh ink.
Foreword    Lamar Gilesp. 1
Eraser Tattoo    Jason Reynoldsp. 3
Meet Cute    Malinda Lop. 14
Don't Pass Me    Eric Gansworthp. 38
Be Cool for Once    Aminah Mae Safip. 55
Tags    Walter Dean Myersp. 72
Why I Learned to Cook    Sara Farizanp. 86
A Stranger at the Bochinche    Daniel José Olderp. 101
A Boy's Duty    Sharon G. Flakep. 112
One Voice: A Something In-Between Story    Melissa de la Cruzp. 133
Paladin/Samurai    Gene Luen Yang and Thien Phamp. 147
Catch, Pull, Drive    Schuyler Bailarp. 156
Super Human    Nicola Yoonp. 172
About the Authorsp. 189
About We Need Diverse Booksp. 197
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