The kids are locked in an attic for 3 years and 5 months. There are 4 kids. And Cory dies. They are hiding from their grandfather so their mother can inherit a fortune so she can live without the need of a man by here side. She and the kids lost everything when her husband died. Oh and her husband was her half-uncle. So… her dads half-brother. He was only a couple of years older than here. But.. the kids are her fathers grand..nieces/nephews? anyways, The plan is for the kids to be in lockup until the grandfather dies but he dies and no one tells the children. They are stuck to play in a dirty attic where they get sick and have no mother to help them through anything. Just a nasty grandmother who is so freakishly religious its her fault anything happens in the first place. The kids aren’t supposed to speak to her unless spoken to. And she gives them a list that’s like 2 pages long the very first day they are there. And by those rules which were basically telling the kids they were going to do what their mother had done (incest) and pretty much set my mind on the edge from the beginning. Every new chapter I was wondering when the bad thing was going to come. And it did, here and there and then all at once. But… I just cannot get over the end… things happen- not a lot because they are in an attic the entire time, basically- but they found out their grandfather died almost a whole year ago and they are still locked up. And then they find out why. The grandfather put a stipulation into his will stating if the mother was ever to have been found to have mothered children in her first marriage his fortune to her would be no more. And she also couldn’t have children by her second husband(whom she married around the halfway point of the book). Well… she started sending up poisoned donuts to the kids! And they only find out after Cory has died. The dr claimed it was pneumonia but after over hearing servants gossip they found out the stipulation and do some digging. Their mother was poising them so they all died and she could have the money and her new husband and a new life. Now I havent read the second book… And I don’t know if I will… But… the kids escape the attic and get bus tickets down to florida at the end….
It was such a hard read with so many feelings. So many emotions. I just don’t know if I can do that again. I know the second one will be better because they are free but just the acts that were committed in the attic and everything that has happened is of course going to affect these children. No matter if they are now 18, 16, 9. Ugh. Feels.
The Hate U Give. I have no idea why I thought I wouldn’t like this book. Maybe because it isn’t all fairies and vampires. Or maybe it is because its own voices and im white. But whatever the reason… after I saw the first movie trailer for this I knew I had to pick it up and read it.
I binged this in 2 days. I started on Friday (8/31) while I was at work I got about 85 pages in an hour! An hour! I usually only manage around 35-45 pages an hour. Wow! This book had me crying in those few pages. I knew it was going to change me before I even read it.
Now, like I said I am white. I know race shouldn’t have anything to do with books. But this book is literally about race. A white cop shoots a black kid. And that isn’t a spoiler it is what is in the movie trailers and what happens in the first 80 pages. But… I don’t listen to Tupac or NWC or anything. I grew up with country music and grew into pop stuff. But I know THUG LIFE (The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everyone) is going to stick with me forever.
I have a co-worker who has kids (I do not). And he was kinda freaking out over having “the race talk” with his kid. Now I didn’t understand even after he explained it. He wants his kids to know because they are white they are going to have an easier time of things than their colored friends. Just like Starr having 2 different lives.
I have a ton to say about race wars and cops getting off after doing some shitty stuff. But I do not think my blog is a place to get into any of that. I’m sitting here trying to figure out what to type and what I shouldn’t type. I thought I had it hard: living in the middle of Kansas barely making enough to buy myself sandwich stuff to eat and my dog his food. But never once did I have to worry about people having a drive by where I live. Never once did I have to think about drugs or drug dealers. Never once did I have to worry about my father hitting my mother. Never once when I was still living in my parent’s house did I have to worry about money. Now I know my family didn’t have a lot when I was growing up but we had cars to get us from a to b. We each had our own room. We had hot showers. We had food. We went to school. A tiny school at that where there were so few kids I didn’t even know about weed until I graduated. I was a sheltered child. I am, honestly, thankful for that. But for those of you who aren’t and those of you who have had hardships I am sorry and I am here for you if you ever need a listening ear. There is someone who loves you. Someone who cares and someone who wants to see you live a better life. I might just be here on my computer in my house, but I want that for you. I care about each and every one of you reading this. Stay strong.
The Hate U Give