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Moss Jeffries is many things―considerate student, devoted son, loyal friend and affectionate boyfriend, enthusiastic nerd.
But sometimes Moss still wishes he could be someone else―someone without panic attacks, someone whose father was still alive, someone who hadn’t become a rallying point for a community because of one horrible night.
And most of all, he wishes he didn’t feel so stuck.
Moss can’t even escape at school―he and his friends are subject to the lack of funds and crumbling infrastructure at West Oakland High, as well as constant intimidation by the resource officer stationed in their halls. That was even before the new regulations―it seems sometimes that the students are treated more like criminals.
Something will have to change―but who will listen to a group of teens?
When tensions hit a fever pitch and tragedy strikes again, Moss must face a difficult choice: give in to fear and hate or realize that anger can actually be a gift.
- Print length464 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherTor Teen
- Publication dateMay 22, 2018
- Grade level7 - 9
- Reading age14 - 18 years
- Dimensions5.71 x 1.47 x 8.6 inches
- ISBN-101250167027
- ISBN-13978-1250167026
- Lexile measureHL710L
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"Anger is a Gift is an explosion of fury and revolution. Mark Oshiro's beautiful and brutal debut proves that not only can anyone be a hero, but great change comes when the heroes work together." ―Adam Silvera, New York Times bestselling author of They Both Die at the End
"Raw, unflinching, and full of heart. Anger is a Gift is a masterpiece." ―Marieke Nijkamp, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Before I Let Go
“This debut novel provides a riveting, devastatingly realistic portrayal of the criminalization of marginalized groups and an unwavering examination of the lasting impact of bigotry. His teenage characters have authentic intersectional depth and are developed beyond the various ways society labels them: black, Latinx, disabled, Muslim, asexual, nonbinary, gay, lesbian…the narrative is compelling, providing a new and noteworthy account that continues the conversation and depiction of society's opposition to otherness. This is not to be missed and should be placed in a prominent position in every library serving teens.”― Voya, Jewel Davis.
"An emotional roller-coaster." ―Publishers Weekly
“A masterful debut rich with intersectional nuance and grass-roots clarity, Anger is a Gift is hella precious, hella dope.”―Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"A strong addition to the current wave of excellent social justice–themed contemporary realistic titles. Give this to fans of Angie Thomas’s The Hate U Give.”―School Library Journal (starred review)
“Oshiro’s novel asks both its characters and its readers what to do next.” ―The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
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Anger Is a Gift
By Mark OshiroTom Doherty Associates
Copyright © 2018 Mark OshiroAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-16702-6
CHAPTER 1
He saw the lights first. Blue and red, flashing in a regular pattern. Lots of them, scattered south of the station in the parking lot, and he couldn't help himself.
Moss had boarded the train in San Francisco that afternoon expecting nothing out of the ordinary, just an afternoon with his best friend, Esperanza. The train was crowded, plenty of people eager to get back home at the end of the weekend. They'd been lucky to find an empty set of seats near one of the doors. Moss had leaned his bike up against the side of the car and scrambled to claim the spot next to Esperanza. But then their luck had worn off. The train now sat motionless, caught between the Embarcadero station and West Oakland, where both of them were bound. Moss closed his eyes and sighed.
"We're never going to get off this train, I swear."
He looked over at Esperanza, who had taken out her half of the headphones from her left ear. Moss could hear the tinny sound of Janelle Monáe as he removed his own earbud. His best friend's head was thrown back over the seat in frustration. She removed her thickframed glasses and began to rub her eyes. "This is it," Esperanza said. "This is where we'll be stuck for all eternity."
"Well, we can't be stuck here forever," he replied. "They'll do that ... that thing they do where they just redirect us around a train." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Can they even do that here?"
Esperanza sighed while putting her glasses back on. "I don't know," she replied. "I haven't ever been stuck inside the tube itself."
"It's giving me the creeps," he said. "What happens if there's an earthquake while we're down here?"
She slapped Moss's arm playfully. "Don't say that! That practically guarantees it's going to happen!"
"Then this really is like the start of all good apocalyptic nightmares," he said.
"Well, we better get used to living here, Moss. There's no escape for us. Our life as we know it is over! Which means we need to start planning out how we'll design our new home."
She stood up, grinning, her white blouse hanging loose on her body, and she gestured above the BART doors next to her. "We'll definitely have to install some curtains here," she explained. "I'm thinking ... something that's gray. To accent the dreariness of this place."
Moss shook his head. "I am a man of high taste," he said in the most grandiose voice he could manage. This was always their game. "I cannot rest my body on this filth." He pretended to be deep in thought before exclaiming, "I've got it! Bunk beds. They'll save us space and give the place a youthful atmosphere."
Esperanza faked a swoon back into her seat. "Moss, you are just so full of good ideas. Plus, it speaks to the reality of the situation: We shall remain celibate for the rest of our lives, as I highly doubt that there are any cute girls for me on this train."
"Hey, speak for yourself," Moss shot back. "I'm pretty sure I saw a hella hot dude with a fixie a few cars down."
"Gonna corner the hipster market on this train, then? Smart, Moss. Very smart."
"You think so?" Moss shot back.
"Well, they're young and ambitious. Lots of disposable income. Willing to gentrify your neighborhood at the drop of a cupcake."
Moss laughed at that. "Well, it otherwise seems like there aren't any cute guys in this whole city that I can stand for five minutes, so I'll take what I can get."
"That is surely a tragedy," Esperanza said. "Well, after being confined to a train car until you wither away and die, but a tragedy nonetheless."
The two of them went silent, as Moss often could in her presence. She didn't expect him to make conversation, letting him fade back comfortably. Moss turned his attention to the vacant and detached stares about the train, a familiar sight on the BART no matter what day it was. It was late in the afternoon, though, and he saw the exhaustion on their faces, in the way they slouched their bodies. He and Esperanza had spent an afternoon at the mall in downtown San Francisco, pretending to be elegant and well-off shoppers, building an imaginary wardrobe full of clothes that they would probably never be able to afford. They had drifted from store to store, Esperanza a successful poet on her book tour and Moss a world-renowned fashion designer helping her with her wardrobe. The last time they'd gone out, Esperanza was a backup dancer for Beyoncé, and Moss played bass in her live show, and they had stopped in San Francisco on a world tour, casually drinking iced tea and wearing the most fierce pair of sunglasses they could find.
It felt good to pretend. Like Moss had another life, a future he could look forward to living.
The sudden crackle of the speakers in their car startled him. "We apologize for the delay," said a voice that reminded Moss of his mother's, "but there's police activity ahead of us at the West Oakland station. I'm not sure if we'll be stopping there, but I will let you know once I have any information. Hold tight."
Esperanza sighed again, though her exasperation wasn't an act this time. Moss reached out and began to fiddle with the tape on the handlebars of his bike, impatience rushing over him. He just wanted to get home.
He leaned into Esperanza's shoulder, thankful that they were both the same height. "I don't want to go to school tomorrow," he said. "I know, I sound like the world's most clichéd teenager, but I'm dreading it." Moss paused. "You ever think it should be two days of school followed by five days off? That's obviously the best schedule for learning."
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," Esperanza insisted, and rested her head on top of his. "We'll get through it fine."
The train jerked forward suddenly and a couple of people clapped. Moss watched a tall, lanky kid lurch forward and grab for the handhold that was attached to the wall just above Moss's bike. When he grabbed the top bar instead, he balanced himself and winced. "Sorry, sorry," he blurted out. "Got surprised, that's all."
"It's okay," Moss said. "No big deal, man."
The guy ran his hand over the frame again. "This steel?"
Moss nodded, and he gave the boy a longer look. His hair was cropped short, his skin a deep golden brown, and he had that sort of lean muscle that came easy to some people through the gift of genetics. He's cute, Moss thought, but probably tragically straight.
"Steel's a good choice," the boy said. "Better for the messed-up streets."
Moss narrowed his eyes at that, surprised that this guy seemed to know what he was talking about. "Yeah, I know! Everyone wants those fast carbon ones, but those things hurt unless you're on the nice roads."
"Right?" The guy stuck his hand out. "Javier."
Moss shook on it. "Moss," he said. "And this is my friend Esperanza."
While Javier shook Esperanza's hand, he stared at Moss. "That's an interesting name," he said. "Is there a story behind it?"
The sound that came out of Esperanza was a cross between a bark and a yelp, and Moss glared at his best friend and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Yes?" he said, drawing it out. "Do you have something to say, Esperanza?"
"Oh, please, can I tell him? It's so adorable."
"Maybe Javier here doesn't want to hear adorable," said Moss, and he shot a quick glance at him. Javier was already nodding, however.
"Oh, I definitely want adorable," he said, and with those words, it was as if this stranger had found Esperanza's true calling. Moss watched her face light up in excitement; he dropped his hand, and she spread her own out in front of her.
"Picture it," Esperanza said. "Moss is much younger and arguably a very cute toddler."
"I dunno," said Javier. "He's pretty cute now."
Moss's mouth fell open, and he looked from Javier, who smirked at him, to Esperanza, who also smirked at him. "Wait, what?"
"Never mind," said Esperanza. "Y'all can have a moment in a second, I promise. I'm telling a story here, remember?"
"Exactly," said Javier. "And I wanna know what this story is!"
Moss's heart jumped, thumping in his chest. He was caught offguard, but Esperanza pushed past it, and he was thankful she did.
"So picture it," she said again. "Moss is learning to speak. He keeps hearing his parents say his name over and over — Morris, Morris!" She leaned into Moss. "And Moss here keeps trying to say it back, as any studious young kid would. But it keeps coming out without those crucial r's."
"Moss," said Javier, as if he was trying it out for the first time. "I get it! Man, that is cute."
Esperanza stood and bowed. "It is my very favorite story to tell, and now I am gonna leave you two alone because clearly this is a moment."
With that, she walked away from the two of them, drifting off toward the windows on the opposite side of the train. Javier gestured to the now-empty seat. "Mind if I sit?" Another burst of nervous energy flushed through Moss's body. "Yes," he said. "I mean, no!" He blurted it out, then shook his head. "Please sit down," he finally said, certain he had embarrassed himself beyond repair.
Javier did, his mouth curled up in a grimace. "I made you uncomfortable, didn't I?"
"No, no, it's okay, I just —"
"You're probably straight," Javier said, defeat in his voice. "I'm sorry, it just ... I dunno, it just came out."
Moss's mouth fell open again for the second time in a matter of minutes. Then the laughter followed, and it washed away the terror of the interaction. "Oh, honey," he said. "I could not be gayer."
The dejection that lined Javier's face disappeared, and it was replaced with a playful grin. "Well, you never know," said Javier. "You gotta be careful sometimes."
"Oh, most def," said Moss. "Though I've never hit on someone in public like that before. You're bold."
"Me? Bold?" Javier laughed. "My mother would have a word or two with you about that."
"You live in Oakland?" Moss asked, and he felt the train speed up a bit as it made its way through the tunnel underneath the bay.
"Yeah, closer to Fruitvale. You?"
"Next stop," he said. "West Oakland. Well, assuming we can even get to that station."
Lights from the outside world then filled the train car as it rose out of the ground and climbed the elevated track. As long as Moss had lived in West Oakland, he'd never tired of this specific view, so he pointed toward the windows. "Check it," he said, and the port of Oakland began to pass by them. The sun was already setting beyond the San Francisco coast, so the cranes gleamed from the powerful lights that illuminated the structures. "They look so silly," he told Javier, "but I love them. They look like children's toys."
"Or like a kid built them."
"You know George Lucas modeled those AT-AT machines after them?"
"No way! You a Star Wars fan, too?"
"A li'l bit," admitted Moss. "Minus most of the prequels. And you know I got my boy Finn's back."
"Dude," said Javier. "Poe is my homeboy. Latinos in space, man! We made it!" "That's dope, dude." Moss paused and gave Javier a once-over. "You all right, Javier. I admit this is not how I expected my afternoon to go."
"Well, mine's just starting. I'm going to that rally in West Oakland. Probably why there's a delay."
Moss let a beat go by, and he worried it was too obvious. The spike plunged into him, that familiar anxiety he worked so hard to keep at bay. A rally? That meant one thing.
"What for?" Moss asked, hoping to smooth over his reaction.
"You heard about Osner Young yet?" When Moss shook his head at that, Javier continued. "Older brother of some kid who goes to my school. Got shot a few blocks from the station, and police claim he had a gun pointed on them." Javier shook his head. "Of course he was unarmed. They usually are."
"Yeah," Moss said, struggling to find anything significant to say, but unsure he could. How would I even begin talking to him about this? Moss thought.
"So I'm going to show my support," Javier said. "I got some friends I'm meeting there." Javier put his hand on Moss's leg, and Moss wished this was all happening in a different context. "You should come!" "Oh, I don't know," Moss said, his gaze dropping down.
"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt your little lovefest," Esperanza said, coming up to the two of them, "but Moss ... we need to be careful getting off at this station."
"Why?" Javier said.
Esperanza looked from Javier to Moss, and he saw the worry flit across her face. The expression said it all. Cops, he thought. There must be cops. How does she know?
"Is something happening?" Javier rose and walked over to the windows, then whistled, and then Moss stood slowly.
"Is it what I think it is?"
She nodded. "You gonna be okay? I'll leave the station in front of you if you want."
Moss took a deep breath. "Lemme see how bad it is," he said, and crossed the aisle, putting his face close to the windows. He tried to peer toward the front of the train as it approached the West Oakland station, but the angle was wrong. He could see his reflection better than anything outside the train, so he pressed his hands against the glass to block out the light from inside the car.
That's when he saw them, the red and blue bolts of light, and that's when the dread filled him, overflowed, squeezed his heart to dust. His hands started to sweat, and Moss backed away from the windows, nearly tripping over Esperanza. She grabbed his right arm to steady him as he stumbled.
"What is it?" Javier said. There it was, on his face. Worry. Confusion.
"Nothing," Moss said. "It's okay."
"That's a lot of cops," Javier said, walking over to the window and shielding his own eyes as Moss had done. "Damn. What happened to the rally?"
The train began to slow down as it approached the station, and Moss sat down in the seat nearest the door, taking slow, deliberate breaths. His therapist had taught him this technique, for whenever Moss felt his anxiety getting the best of him. All over some lights, Moss thought. Just red and blue lights. That's all they are.
He knew this. It didn't matter.
The train came to a smooth stop at the West Oakland station. The platform was mostly empty, a relief. It meant a quicker exit, and that was the only hope Moss allowed himself. He stood next to Esperanza, who waited by the closest set of doors. "I'm here," she said, her hand in his. "We'll just put our heads down and get out of the station as quick as we can. That okay with you?"
He nodded to her, his heart in his throat. Moss wished he could reach inside of his brain and excise the part of it that tormented him. Instead, he had to deal with it every day. He let go of Esperanza and fetched his bike, wishing he hadn't brought it, certain it would get in the way. They waited. And waited. And waited.
But the doors did not open, and a creeping anticipation snuck in. What if they were stuck here? What if the cops were coming up into the station? The sweat along his hairline just seemed to appear; Moss couldn't remember it being there before.
"You okay?" Esperanza asked.
"Yeah," he said, his voice soft, gripped in the fear of the unknown. "Just wanna get off the train."
Moss caught sight of Javier, who was staring at the two of them. He saw it then, written all over him: pity. It's starting again, Moss thought.
The orange light above the doors flashed, followed by a short chime, and then the doors slid open. Despite the small crowd, a young man rushed into the train car, promptly dumping half of his drink on Javier's shirt. "Hey, what the hell?" Javier shouted, but the guy didn't even look back.
"Well, that was awful," said Javier, who was brushing off the front of his white T-shirt. They joined him on the platform.
"You could always call it modern art," said Esperanza.
Javier chuckled. "I like her, Moss. I can see why y'all are friends."
"He's winning me over," Esperanza said. "I hope you two exchanged numbers already. We should go, Moss."
Javier pulled his phone out, but Moss waved it away. "Let's get downstairs first," he said. "I just wanna get out of the station before ..." He didn't finish the sentence. How do I finish that? How do I tell him?
They silently made their way down the stairs, the red and blue lights from the police cruisers on site bouncing off the walls. Two of the station operators stood outside their booth, their eyes locked on the scene to the south of them. Moss turned to head out of the north exit, his bike hoisted up on his shoulder, but Esperanza stopped and grabbed his free arm.
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- Publisher : Tor Teen (May 22, 2018)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 464 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1250167027
- ISBN-13 : 978-1250167026
- Reading age : 14 - 18 years
- Lexile measure : HL710L
- Grade level : 7 - 9
- Item Weight : 1.15 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.71 x 1.47 x 8.6 inches
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Mark Oshiro is the award-winning author of ANGER IS A GIFT (2019 Schneider Family Book Award) and EACH OF US A DESERT, both with Tor Teen. Their middle grade debut, THE INSIDERS, is out in 2021. When not writing, they are trying to pet every dog in the world.
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I was a bit surprised when it arrived, and I did take some weeks to get around to reading (or listening, as it were, since I did the audiobook), and I am so glad I did. Mark Oshiro has given us something real and painful, and very necessary.
I live not too far from Oakland. The scenarios he describes are familiar. And, it's so true, as in the book, that people in power look for--and fabricate--any excuse they can to avoid responsibility.
I rushed through this book. I had to finish it. The first night I was listening, I came into the office and told my husband, "This book is about to piss me off." I came back in five minutes later and yelled "I WAS RIGHT." My anger wasn't for the book's quality--perfection--but for the actions of the Oakland PD in the book. Fiction, yes, but I was able to predict their actions so accurately that it was infuriating. Because I've seen it before.
At times, the book does feel a bit...schmaltzy? But not in a way that made me want to even so much as slow down. The diversity of the characters is completely believable for anyone that has spent the last few years in the Bay Area, but it was more the cultural references that made me snicker a bit. It reminds me a little of Cabot's early "Princess Diaries" books. The artists and memes referenced will date this book within a few years, but the main themes of discrimination, police violence, gaslighting, and activism will resonate for quite a while longer.
And, oh, how I wish they wouldn't resonate. Because that might mean we've fixed the problems. But I doubt we will. So, when I finished this book and stomped about for a few minutes in righteous anger, I realized I wasn't allowed to just sit down, do a simple review, and be done with things.
I finished this book about an hour ago. In the middle of writing this review, I went to AdoptAClassroom and fully funded an Oakland teacher's classroom. Then I set a calendar reminder to do it again every August 1st. I know I'm privileged, and likely in ways I haven't even considered. And I know I need to use that privilege wisely. And, to be honest...I do kind of throw my money at problems. But, sometimes, that's a good thing.
I love this book. I've recommended it for my book club. I'll be putting it in my bag-o'-books Christmas gift for my book club. I'll be handing out my copy to anyone who looks at my shelves and asks for a recommendation. This is, simply, an excellent book.
Some things I loved:
*Moss and his friend group, the different roles that they took and the ways in which they supported each other. (The scene with just Moss and Bits was such a surprise to me, but it was so lovely.)
*The relationship between Moss and his mom. They're so close.
*The way Moss and his mom interact with their friends and neighbors. Things like people coming over for supper regularly, helping each other cook.
*The discussions of school funding, testing, and which colleges came to college fairs at different schools. None of those things are separate from each other, and they're also not separate from the police presence in schools, random locker searches, school metal detectors, and murders of brown and black people that the book focuses on.
*Adults with a history of activism helping, supporting, and encouraging the teens. I especially liked that the adults let the teens speak and lead when the teens wanted to and took the lead when that was.
*A couple of the teachers that were mentioned the most were great. Mrs. Torrance especially, but also Mr. Roberts.
*So many queer characters! Multiple important disabled characters!
*This is very much not a forgiveness narrative. It doesn't require its characters to forgive wrongs just because someone apologized.
One of the supporting characters, Kaisha, is ace. (Another one, Reg, might be as well; he says something that makes it unclear to me?) In particular, Kaisha is biro ace, and she's really vocal about both on Tumblr. There are only a few mentions of her asexuality:
*Kaisha says, "So many men thought that they were the one who could prove to me that I wasn't ace."
*Njemile says, "Seriously, y'all need to follow Kaisha. I wouldn't have learned half the stuff I know about asexuality if it wasn't for her blog."
*Reg says (immediately following Njemile's comment), "It's true. I wouldn't have figured out that there was a name for who I am if Kaisha hadn't blogged about being biromantic."
The Tumblr framing of one key discussion of Kaisha's asexuality could contribute to ace people being seen as "a Tumblr thing." But I think Oshiro avoids that here. Kaisha's online presence across many platforms is really important to the student and community organizing throughout the book. Her online presence and activism is treated positively without fail, and so is her asexuality. There's no condescension about either one.
I appreciated the acknowledgement (in the first quote I listed) of one of the kinds of harm a lot of ace folks deal with -- people trying to "fix" us or convince us that we're wrong about ourselves. I liked that Kaisha was in a romantic relationship that was portrayed entirely positively, that her asexuality wasn't treated as making that relationship lesser.
A line that made the book feel more aro-friendly to me: "You would be perfectly queer even if you never dated anyone ever." There was one use of "more than a friend," though, which made it feel a little less aro-friendly.
CW: police brutality and murders by police (these things happen in several contexts -- outside a market, within a school, at a school walkout, at subsequent protests. Note that one of the deaths is a queer char.), major character injury and death, panic attacks, racism and racial profiling (called out), Islamophobia (harassment of a hijabi girl in particular; called out), ableism (a lot of this is called out), body image issues (called out), misgendering of a trans char (called out).
I loved Moss as a main character! I've been struggling with main characters recently, but but he was very likeable. I'm honestly not sure what to say about this book....
I really liked it, I teared up a few times, and there were times that had me like "wow" I think it made me sad? But in that way of, I'm supposed to be reading this as fiction, but like... stuff like this actually HAPPENS! And it's saddening to know that it does.
It almost reads like a dystopian , which in a way we kind of live in a world like it...
I strongly recommend everyone to read this book and I think this should be part of the school curriculum
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Eu sempre acreditei que os livros podem fazer mudanças nas nossas vidas, mas foi lendo esse que eu pude sentir.
It deals with important topics and does it well.
Read this book.







