![]() ![]() For as long as he can remember, his father has taught him to run. Sunny has never celebrated his birthday that’s because the day he was born was the day his mother died. And tomorrow, my father will too.Īlso, Aurelia called you a journal, but you’re a diary, so I will call you by your name. You ever just want to stay blank? Just be paper or whatever you think you are? Because I know what that’s like. Shattering.ĭiary, after all these years, you ever not want to be written in? On? Am I writing on you or in you? Or both? And how does that make you feel? I’ve never really asked you that. I know because I know she knows I’m scared. She thinks I don’t know that, but I know. That’s the real reason Aurelia’s interested in you, Diary. Make me quiet and calm, and maybe also make me brave enough to do what I’m going to have to do tomorrow at the track meet, which is probably not going to be quiet or calm. I’m already me, but it has to make me… something. So none of this has to make sense, it just has to make… me, me. You don’t have to create it or choreograph it or nothing like that. Sense should kinda already be made, right? It should already exist like love, or maybe sky. And that’s a good thing, even though I already knew that, because making sense makes no sense to me. Even wanted to make sure I understood that whatever I write down don’t have to make sense as long as it’s really me. Aurelia told me she thinks it’s a good thing I’ve been writing again. My brain a moon bounce at a party nobody’s invited to.Īnd now Aurelia’s asking me about it. Because sometimes I have too many screams up there. So, Diary, thanks for still being a friend. And I don’t want to disturb him and his work, and his newspaper, and definitely not the puzzles, because the puzzles are our time. And my father, well, he still doesn’t want to be disturbed. And even though it’s being turned up, I can feel it working its way down, pushing behind my eyes, and marching over my tongue, ready to come out. But now the volume on the growl is turning up again. And once I got to a place where the growl was pretty much a purr, I stopped writing in you. You take the hunger-growl out of my mind. You know how a health bar makes you less hungry, but don’t really make you full? Diary, that’s what you are. Anyway, after a while, my brain stopped pushing so much loud out of my mouth. Yes, Diary, we still do puzzles together. So he could have quiet for concentration when we picked at our puzzles after work. Told me to fold it up in you, so he could get some peace. When I was a little kid and was all yelly-yelly and Darryl wanted me to be more hushy-hushy, he gave me you and told me to put the noise on your pages whenever I felt like I needed to, which was all the time except for when I was running or sleeping. But as he practices for this new event, can he let go of everything that’s been eating him up inside? ExcerptĪurelia asked me how long it’s been since I’ve spoken to you. Then, in a stroke of genius only Jason Reynolds can conceive, Sunny discovers a track event that encompasses the hard beats of hip-hop, the precision of ballet, and the showmanship of dance as a whole: the discus throw. But you also can’t be on a track team and dance. But you can’t be on a track team and not run. With his relationship with his dad now worse than ever, the last thing Sunny wants to do is leave the other newbies-his only friends-behind. But Sunny doesn’t like running, never has. It seems the only thing Sunny can do right in his dad’s eyes is win first place ribbons running the mile, just like his mom did. His mother died giving birth to him, and based on how Sunny’s dad treats him-ignoring him, making Sunny call him Darryl, never “Dad”-it’s no wonder Sunny thinks he’s to blame. Or at least he thinks of himself that way. But his life hasn’t always been sun beamy-bright. Always ready with a goofy smile and something nice to say, Sunny is the chillest dude on the Defenders team. Sunny is the main character in this novel, the third of four books in Jason Reynold’s electrifying middle grade series. They all have a lot to lose, but they all have a lot to prove, not only to each other, but to themselves. ![]() ![]() But they are also four kids chosen for an elite middle school track team-a team that could take them to the state championships. Four kids from wildly different backgrounds, with personalities that are explosive when they clash. Sunny tries to shine despite his troubled past in this third novel in the critically acclaimed Track series from National Book Award finalist Jason Reynolds. ![]()
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