Death Coming Up the Hill by Chris CroweDeath Coming Up the Hill by Chris Crowe

Death Coming Up the Hill

byChris Crowe

Hardcover | October 7, 2014

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It's 1968, and war is not foreign to seventeen-year-old Ashe. His dogmatic, racist father married his passionate peace-activist mother when she became pregnant with him, and ever since, the couple, like the situation in Vietnam, has been engaged in a "senseless war that could have been prevented." &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp When his high school history teacher dares to teach the political realities of the war, Ashe grows to better understand the situation in Vietnam, his family, and the wider world around him. But when a new crisis hits his parents' marriage, Ashe finds himself trapped, with no options before him but to enter the fray.
Chris Crowe, a professor of English at Brigham Young University, has published award-winning fiction and nonfiction for teenagers, as well as poetry, essays, books, and many articles for academic and popular magazines. He is a popular speaker and writer in librarian and teacher circles. He lives with his wife in Provo, Utah.
Title:Death Coming Up the HillFormat:HardcoverDimensions:208 pages, 8 × 5 × 0.88 inPublished:October 7, 2014Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:054430215X

ISBN - 13:9780544302150


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April 1969 Week Fifteen: 204There’s something tidy in seventeen syllables, a haiku neatnessthat leaves craters of meaning between the lines but still communicateswhat matters most. I don’t have the time or the space to write more, so I’llwrite what needs to be remembered and leave it to you to fill in thegaps if you feel like it. In 1968, sixteen thousand fivehundred ninety-two American soldiers died in Vietnam, andI’m dedicating one syllable to each soul as I record myown losses suffered in 1968, a year like no other._______________________January 1968 Week One: 184The trouble started on New Year’s Eve when Mom came home late. Way too late.Worry about Mom— and about Dad—knotted my gut while Dad paced theliving room like a panther ready to pounce. “Where the hell is she, Ashe?Those damn activists . . . I shouldn’t have let her go. Well, that’s the last time,the absolute last time she mixes with trouble- makers. It ends now!”He looked at me like it was somehow my fault, but I knew better. Hehad to blame someone, and I became an easy target. But it mademe angry at him— and at Mom, too. Why couldn’t they just get along?What I wished for the new year was peace at home, in Vietnam, and theworld. A normal life. Was that too much to ask for? The door creaked open,Mom stepped in, and Dad pounced. I crept up the stairs, closed my door, and tuned out.?  ?  ?Later, Mom tapped on my door and came in, timid as a new kid lateto school. And she smiled even though she’d just had a knock-down, drag-out withDad. There was a light in her that I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.She wanted to check on me, to make sure I was okay, to tell methat May 17, 1951, was the best day of her lifebecause it was the day I was born, and even though things had been rough,she had no regrets. Not one. Then she hugged me and whispered that maybe,just maybe, there was light at the end of this dark tunnel. “You neverknow what’s coming up the hill,” she said, then left me alone, worrying.

Editorial Reviews

Through simple yet powerful words, Crowe expertly reveals life in 1968? Teens wil be drawn to what it is like to be living an everyday existence during wartime." -VOYA "The unusual narrative style makes this exploration of Vietnam-era politics at home and abroad readily accessible to struggling readers, while fans of poetry may appreciate the eloquence in its brevity." -Booklist "Readers will settle quickly into the haiku, most likely either ignoring it or pausing to take notice of those moments in which the rhythm cannily emulates speech patterns. YAs convinced they don't like historical fiction should take a look at this gripping, fast-moving quick pick." -Bulletin "