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Someday by David Levithan

Perception/ Descriptions The young handsome white guys are always fun They're the ones who are naturally given things, who find that gates swing open before they touch them. These guys take advantage. Sometimes they don't know they're doing it. Most of the time they do. They are harder to erase because they like their lives. but I stay in there anyway, because I like their lives, too. p28-29 It takes me about two periods in school to realize she's one of the only black girls in class-- a point brought home in third-period history, when both the teacher and other students keep looking at her when they're talking about Selma, as if her skin colors makes her an expert on something that happened decades before she was born. I would guess they don't even realize they're doing it-- when people are thinking about a difference, their eyes will usually wander to someone they think embodies the difference. p42 Gwen's parents are there, as well a...

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

Gender and its expectations They would assume she was a boy, because in her plain trousers and hood she looked like one, and because when people were attacked it never occurred to anyone that it might have been a girl. p6 Katsa changed into a blue tunic lined with the orange silk to Randa's courts, and the matching trousers she wore to perform Randa's errands, a costume to which he consented only because she was abusive to any dress she wore while riding. Randa didn't like to think of his Graceling killer doling out punishment in torn and muddy skirts. It was undignified. p34 "You're not an unnatural woman, Katsa. You can fight as other women can't, but you're not so different from other women. You'll want babies. I'm certain of it." p140 "You're welcome to do the hunting yourself. Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks, and scream if I hear any strange noises." p181 He laughed. "I know you're teasin...

_The Goldfish Boy_ by Lisa Thompson

Occasionally Jake Bishop from number five would shout things up at me-- things like weirdo, freak , or nutter . It had been a long time since he'd actually called me Matthew -- but then, he was an idiot, so I didn't really care what he said. p1 ___________________________ "Why aren't you answering my texts? Who do you think you are, ignoring me?" He'd stopped at the end of our path, his bike barring her exit. I could see the top of Melody's head as she waited for me to answer. p68 I actually think all of the early interactions between Melody and Jake would make for great discussions about toxic relationships. And how to actually approach someone you're interested in. _________________________________ "Do you know what?" said Mum. "One day you'll be a really big boy and you won't want to hold your mummy's hand anymore." I frowned up at her and she laughed. "It's true! Us mummies know these things....