{"product_id":"not-an-easy-win-isbn-9780593175248","title":"Not an Easy Win","description":"\u003cb\u003eFOUR STARRED REVIEWS! Twelve-year old Lawrence is new to chess--can he find a way to get on the board, even though the odds are stacked against him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFind out in this powerful novel about family, forgiveness, and figuring out who you are when you don’t make the rules—just right for middle-grade fans of Nic Stone and Jason Reynolds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e*“Essential middle grade and tween realistic reading.”—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLawrence is ready for a win. . . .\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing’s gone right for Lawrence since he had to move from Charlotte to Larenville, North Carolina, to live with his granny. When Lawrence ends up in one too many fights at his new school, he gets expelled. The fight wasn’t his fault, but since his pop’s been gone, it feels like no one listens to what Lawrence has to say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead of going to school, Lawrence starts spending his days at the rec center, helping out a neighbor who runs a chess program. Some of the kids in the program will be picked to compete in the Charlotte Classic chess tournament. Could this be Lawrence's chance to go home?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLawrence doesn’t know anything about chess, but something about the center—and the kids there—feels right. Lawrence thought the game was over . . . but does he have more moves left than he thought?★ “A \u003cb\u003ewise\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003ewonderful\u003c\/b\u003e story.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e★ “Fans of \u003ci\u003eAkeelah and the Bee\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eBrooklyn Castle\u003c\/i\u003e will cherish this \u003cb\u003ewell-characterized\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003ecompassionately told\u003c\/b\u003e story that touches on financial precarity, intergenerational community, and the school-to-prison pipeline.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★ “\u003c\/b\u003eThis is an \u003cb\u003eall-consuming\u003c\/b\u003e read about a young Black boy finding community and purpose. \u003cb\u003eEssential \u003c\/b\u003emiddle grade and tween realistic reading.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e★ “The characters are \u003cb\u003emultidimensional and authentic\u003c\/b\u003e: Complex issues, including poverty, parental incarceration, and racism, are explored with sensitivity, offering readers \u003cb\u003eopportunities for reflection\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Smart and moving.\"—\u003ci\u003eBook Riot\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The importance of caring adults and of working through conflict are highlighted in this well-written story about a boy who \u003cb\u003edeserves a win\u003c\/b\u003e.\" —\u003ci\u003eThe Horn Book\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Giles gives readers an \u003cb\u003ehonest\u003c\/b\u003e story about growing up in a world that affords few breaks to Black youth....each character is moving through the world with varied strengths and abilities.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Not an Easy Win is \u003cb\u003ea meaningful, moving read\u003c\/b\u003e, especially for those who feel misunderstood or out of place.”—\u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eChrystal D. Giles is a champion for diversity in children’s literature. She made her debut with \u003ci\u003eTake Back the Block\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cu\u003e,\u003c\/u\u003e which received multiple starred reviews. Chrystal lives outside Charlotte, North Carolina, with her husband and son and is currently working on her next middle-grade novel.Chapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExpelled. I was pretty sure that meant I was being kicked out of school—­forever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePrincipal Spacey didn’t even bother to look at me when he handed the sentence down. I’d been warned after my last fight: “The next time you walk into my office will be your last,” he’d said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was just four weeks ago, when I’d had six fists pounding my head into the pavement. I wouldn’t call that a fight; it was more like a beatdown. This time it was just two fists and one foot. I was able to escape before it got too bloody—­I even threw a couple of punches of my own. I had actually become pretty good at taking hits: my skin had gotten harder to hurt. But like Mr. Spacey said, it didn’t matter who’d started the fight, just that it had happened. And it had happened to me one too many times. Even if Billy Jakes had gotten into just as many fights.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Spacey treated our school like it was some kind of jail. He was the warden instead of the principal, always walking around talking about maintaining law and order. He couldn’t wait to get rid of me (and only me).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI could hear the frustration in Ma’s voice from my spot outside Mr. Spacey’s office. “Please give him one more chance,” she said. “Please.” I hated hearing her beg, especially since it wouldn’t help.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was my last chance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’d tried to get Ma to transfer me to another school after the last fight. Andrew Jackson Middle School was no place for me. I never fit in here, and I never would.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI sat there listening to him explain to Ma that I was a distraction and he wouldn’t tolerate my disregard for the rules he’d put in place for his school. He dismissed her (and me) by saying, “That is all.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMa held her head up high and walked out of his office, past me in the waiting area, past the pale-­faced office ladies, and out the front door. I slow-­walked behind her, waiting to hear how this was all my fault.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Now what you gonna do?” Ma asked me after we were out of earshot of the nosy office people.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMe? What about them? I shrugged. I didn’t know what I was gonna do and I didn’t care.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHonestly, I hoped I’d never see this place again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMa went on talking, more to herself than to me. “You wasting my gas, comin’ back and forth up here to this school . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd just like that, this was my fault. I looked forward and kept walking toward the parking lot. With each step, I winced. A rib shot was the worst kind of pain—­way worse than a shot to the face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen we got to the car, I hesitated. Ma was in a fussing mood, and I’d have to listen to this all the way to Granny’s house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Get in!” Ma yelled. Her calm was completely undone now. “You’re twelve years old . . . too old for this!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI went over to the passenger side of the car and waited for Ma to open the door. That door didn’t open from the outside anymore. It had just stopped working one day. No one knew why, but that was probably my fault too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The only job you have is to go to school, and you can’t even do that!” Ma started in again. “If you aren’t in school, you’ll have to find some kind of way to help out. Your granny won’t let you sit around the house all day.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I can just leave,” I said under my breath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where you gonna go?” Ma spat out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t have an answer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI stared out the window into the gloomy air—­the gray skies stared back. She was right: I was trapped. We rode in silence for exactly twenty-­two minutes before we turned off the main road onto bumpy Polk Lane. Granny’s street wasn’t a dirt road, but it wasn’t smooth pavement, either. After lots of driving on and no fixing, it was mostly broken-­up pieces of asphalt now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMa pulled off the cracked road into Granny’s gravel driveway and turned the car off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe let out a deep breath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Look, Lawrence, this ain’t all on you. Life is hard, and we’ve had a double dose of hard lately.” Ma’s voice was softer now—­her version of an apology. I knew I’d never get the real thing. Ma wasn’t the apologizing type.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhenever I did something wrong, I had to apologize. I wasn’t sure why adults didn’t have to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor a moment, I’d forgotten about my stinging left eye. It would double in size if I didn’t get ice on it soon. I sat in the thick air of Ma’s car waiting for her to ask about it or at least see if I was okay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo long minutes passed—­silence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“All right, let’s just go in and get it over with.” Ma sighed. “If she says something, we’ll just say it wasn’t your fault.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt wasn’t my fault! I wanted to yell out. But I knew it wouldn’t matter. No one cared about what had really happened. No one cared that I’d had a huge target on me since the day I started at that school.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEveryone just looked at me like I was the problem.","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303278629093,"sku":"NP9780593175248","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593175248.jpg?v=1767733892","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/not-an-easy-win-isbn-9780593175248","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}