The Hero Next Door

From School Library Journal Gr 3-6-Heroes with superhuman powers wear capes and save the world from destruction. That's not the kind of hero this book focuses on-instead it's centered on small acts of kindness. Everybody could use a little kindness; these moments can make all the difference. Sometimes it's something as simple as helping a fellow student get a passing grade to stay on the soccer team. Sometimes it's putting yourself in someone else's shoes and understanding where they are coming from. Or sometimes it's going back for a best friend in a dangerous situation. This anthology features thirteen prominent #OwnVoices authors, edited by We Need Diverse Books board member Rhuday-Perkovich. These short works of fiction cross genres from contemporary to fantasy to mystery, making this a great fit for school and public libraries. VERDICT A great anthology with a message of spreading kindness and hope.-Katy xadHershberger, School Library Journalα(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. "A stellar collection that, in celebrating heroes, helps readers find the universal in the specific." — Kirkus Reviews starred review "A great anthology with a message of spreading kindness and hope.” –School Library Journal "There is a story here for everyone.” –Booklist "These accomplished stories triumphantly redefine the meaning of the word hero.” –Publishers Weekly “As with the two previous anthologies from We Need Diverse Books, this collection admirably succeeds in making available to all readers a wider and more representative range of American voices and protagonists.” -The Washington Post Praise for Flying Lessons & Other Stories: An ALA-YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Pick! A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year! A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year! A New York Public Library’s Best Books for Kids Selection !A Bank Street Best Children’s Book of the Year Selection! FIVE STARRED REVIEWS! “Should not be missed.” —Publishers Weekly, Starred Review “Inclusive, authentic, and eminently readable.” —School Library Journal, Starred Review “There’s plenty of magic in this collection to go around.” —Booklist, Starred Review “Universal themes.” —Kirkus, Starred Review “A glittering cast of writers.” —The Bulletin, Starred Review “Will resonate with any kid who’s ever felt different—which is to say, every kid.” —Time “An unusually strong collection.” —The Horn Book Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich is the author of the 8th Grade Superzero, which was named an ILA Notable Book for a Global Society and an NCSS-CBC Notable Social Studies Trade Book for Young People. She also writes nonfiction, including Above and Beyond: NASA's Journey to Tomorrow and Someday is Now: Clara Luper and the 1958 Oklahoma City Sit-Ins. She is the coauthor of the middle-grade novel Two Naomis, which was nominated for an NAACP Image Award and is a Junior Library Guild selection, and its sequel, Naomis Too. She is a member of the Brown Bookshelf and the advisory board of We Need Diverse Books. She has contributed to numerous anthologies for children, teens, and educators; holds an MA in education; and writes frequently on literacy-related topics for Brightly. Visit her online at olugbemisolabooks.com . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. “The New Kid” could have been my superhero name. I had a lot of experience with that title. School after school, classroom after classroom, playground after playground . . . I’d swoop in, hoping to dazzle and impress, save the day somehow. Each time I hoped to get it exactly right; each time I got it so, so wrong. xa0 Maybe that’s why, right before my first day in a new sixth-grade class, my mom went to the school and basically asked the principal to “put my daughter in classes and groups with the other Black nerds.” When I found out, it was a total “MOMMMMMMM!” moment, and I almost cringed myself out of existence. The “other Black nerds” were no less unhappy with the forced friendship. But the parents banded together, as parents often do, and I found myself in study groups and at skating parties with kids who I had much in common with, including a shared determination to have nothing in common with each other. But eventually we got over it. We didn’t have a choice. (You know how parents are.) And then we kind of . . . loved it. We became real friends . . . me, David, Melanie, Shonda, Rob. We laughed and cried and cared about our report cards together. We held each other up; we knew that it was a very bad idea to tell one of us to “calm down.” We weathered the storms of middle school because we had each other. Because our parents gave us each other. We were each other’s heroes. We still are. xa0 Maybe my mom made that mortifying move because she knew the things I hadn’t told her. The secrets that I should have known she’d figure out. Heroes often have special powers—moms especially. Maybe my mom’s were knowing the secret pain that I’d held inside my heart, and working to make sure that I had the community to give me the strength she’d known I’d continue to need. Because a few years earlier, for a part of second and all of third grade, I was in a school where there were no other little Black girls like me. Or Black boys. Or Black anyone, for what felt like an eternity. There were white children who chased me out of school, and some who called me the N word, their faces red and angry as though my very existence meant the end of the world. I would hold my breath and try very hard to hide how much each day shattered a little piece of my heart. xa0 But in my class, there was also Wendy, who looked at me, and saw me, and became my friend. She was not my benefactor, or my champion—she was very quietly, authentically, simply my friend. I had my parents and grandparents and infinite aunties, who made sure through the books they bought, the toys they made, and the stories they told that I knew that I was beautifully Black and precious in a way that could never be taken from me. Each day, just by their love, they knit me back together again. Heroes. xa0 Sure, I saw heroes in books and movies and on TV, wearing capes, saving the world without their families finding out, stamping out evil with style (and tights that never ripped). Sometimes I played out the fantasy at home, safety-pinning a towel to my shirt and running around the backyard with my arms aloft, and bossing around my (clearly evil) little sister in the name of Good. I had a vivid imagination. (Don’t get me started on the time I pretended to be a rhinoceros by sticking two pebbles up my nose.) I thought about heroes a lot—I still do. I mean, we can’t really avoid them. Some have physical powers beyond what seems humanly possible; others can think their way into and out of any situation. They’re in movies with spectacular battle scenes and jaw-dropping special effects. We use the word to describe everyone from firefighters to mysterious masked figures of legend, from warriors to wizards. From fierce and feisty princesses to the “hidden figures” who change the world without anyone even knowing. We tend to celebrate the larger-than-life icons, the ones who attract the headlines and win the awards, from the activists to the artists, the athletes, and the educators. xa0 Those of us on the margins wonder if our stories matter. I know I did. xa0 And there are the celebrities hailed as heroes whose spectacular, glittery rise is often followed by an equally spectacular fall. xa0 They can be very human, our heroes, not perfect. What does that mean? xa0 Hero. xa0 What do you think of when you hear that word? Impressive physical strength? xa0 An abundance of bravery? Supremexa0 selflessness? xa0 We have a million ideas of what makes a hero. We cheer them on; sometimes, soon after, we wish them gone. We wonder about them, ask why and how. We’re inspired and motivated by their magical stories and dream of being like them one day. xa0 Maybe we already are. xa0 In this collection, you’ll find tales of ordinary people who do extraordinary things, and the individuals who just might be magic. These are the stories of the risk-takers, the friend-makers, the dreamers and doers. You’ll meet a lacrosse player whose mistake might save more than a score, a camp counselor who honors the life in a “zombie’s” eyes, two people whose legacy of ingenuity inspired future generations, a girl who sees behind her neighbor’s grumpiness the loneliness within, a couple of robot-building twin detectives, a trio of neighbors who tackle a ghostly history that threatens to forever haunt the present. You’ll see the power of teamwork with a twist, having a furry friend, knowing oneself, having a special sibling bond; the power of stepping out on faith to offer a second chance, finding joy in a challenge, and the courage to put others first, even when it’s scary and you have no idea what will happen next. xa0 These are the stories of everyday heroes in our midst, the ones in plain sight and those yet to be discovered. In ways big and small, these stories motivate, inspire, make us laugh, and, yes, cry. Do you know all the heroes in your life? How are you a hero to someone else? To your community? To the world? It’s my hope that these stories remind you of the power you have to speak up, sit down, and stand with, to do and be a hero in your own unique way. You don’t need a cape. Or special powers. (Though that would be pretty amazing, right?) Empathy and compassion sound good. A sense of humor can’t hurt. A desire to listen will definitely come in handy. Most of all, though? You just need . . . you. Read more