After receiving a full-ride scholarship to Mills College for Girls, it appears Sarah's future is all laid out before her … that is until she walks into a poetry class led by Mr. Haddings, a student teacher from the nearby University of Washington. Suddenly, life on the UW campus seems very appealing, and Sarah finds herself using her poetry journal to subtly declare her feelings for Haddings. Convinced Mr. Haddings is flirting back, she sets off for school in the rain with a poem in her back pocket—one that will declare her feelings once and for all.
Mr. Haddings has noticed Sarah's attention; the fallout from any perceived relationship with a student is too great a risk, and he has decided to end all speculation that morning.
But everything changes when Mr. Haddings feels a thud on his front bumper when he glances away from the road, and finds Sarah in the street with blood pooling beneath her.
|Sold by:||HarperCollins Publishing|
|File size:||840 KB|
|Age Range:||15 - 18 Years|
About the Author
Lorie Ann Grover is the author of young adult novels including Hit, which Hypable calls “a powerful book about tragedy and recovery which shows you both sides of the story, for better or worse.” She has authored Loose Threads, a Booklist Top 10 Youth First Novel, and On Pointe, a Bank Street College Best Children's Book of the Year. As a literacy advocate, she is a co-founder of readergirlz, which was awarded the National Book Foundation’s Innovations in Reading Prize.
Read an Excerpt
By Lorie Ann Grover
ZONDERVANCopyright © 2014 Lorie Ann Grover
All rights reserved.
In our pristine, beige kitchen, I slap my palm on the cover of the Mills College catalog. Pieces of sky still shine brightly between my fingers. I shove the booklet under the pile of bills Dad sets down.
"I wish you'd put the mail where it belongs, Mark," says Mom.
Choosing a cereal bowl, he doesn't answer. She sighs and nudges her way around him to the granite counter and slots each envelope into the stand inside the glass-paned cupboard.
"And let's put this right here." She props the Mills catalog in her cookbook stand.
"Really, Mom?" I protest.
"What?" she asks, all innocent, and I refuse to answer. The catalog's on full display, awash in a heavenly glow from the recessed light above; one more effort to wear me down.
Mom picks up her phone from the charger. "No riding the bus this morning, Sarah," she says, disappearing down the carpeted hall.
"I'm taking the bus," I mutter.
Out the dark, rain-tapped window, a crow caws fiercely, but leaning forward, I can't spot the threat. The February chill rustles the empty birch branches, making them scrabble like worried, bony fingers. Our Space Needle-shaped thermometer says it's forty-five degrees out there. Not too bad.
In the reflection, I smooth my eyebrow, then push my poem for Mr. Haddings deeper inside the back pocket of my jeans. As far as I can jam it.
"Mom, it's not like riding the bus is going to kill me." I tug my messenger bag on. Reaching around my dad, I stash the Cheerios in the lower cupboard and brush past the Mills scholarship letter Mom hung on the fridge. I turn back and stick the University of Washington magnet right smack in the middle of the paper. "Heading to the bus stop," I call out to Mom.
She peeks into the kitchen, her mascara wand balanced in her fingertips. "But, Sarah, it's raining, and you already have that postnasal drip." She heads to the bathroom, raising her voice. "I know you like to ride in with Cydni, but you need to take care of yourself, first and foremost. That said, there's no time for me to take you with the early estate showing I have this morning. It's that property on the edge of town I was telling you about. Anyway, it means you'll have to ride in with Luke."
"But Cydni needs to look over my homework on the bus, and Luke will get me there too late for some stuff I have to do."
At the kitchen island, my brother scoots the stool closer and looks up from his Chex, a milk droplet suspended on his lower lip. "Yeah, I'm not near ready to go," he answers. "Go ahead and ride the bus, Sares, even though it's totally lame for seniors."
I sneer at him.
"Even as a junior, I wouldn't. Because"—he wipes his lip on his sleeve—"I bought my own truck."
"Yeah, well, your truck is lame."
"Is not. It's a decent truck, you moron."
"Luke, don't call your sister a moron," Mom calls out.
He huffs. "Why don't you buy your own car, Sares?"
"Because I'm saving for tuition," I retort.
"And ignoring the free ride to that all-girl's school," he singsongs. "Right, Mom?"
"I'm going to UW and won't need a car on campus," I explain for the thousandth time.
"Mills is the better choice for you, Sarah!" Mom pipes in.
I throw my head back and close my eyes. Breathe.
Luke gets up and leaves his bowl behind. Loping past me, he leans close and smiles. "I'm not taking you, Sares, 'cause I don't like to advertise that we're related."
I go to smack him on the back of his head, but he ducks. Leaving the kitchen, he laughs and thumps down the split-level stairs to his room.
"Sarah ..." Mom nags.
I step into the hall, tugging my hair out from under the strap of my bag.
Mom rushes past me into the living room, checking a text. "Sarah, you are beautiful no matter what you wear, but the new blue shirt I picked up for you really fits better than that one you have on under your hoodie, sweetie."
Ugh! Did I ask her?
Straightening the issues of Elle and Golf Digest on the coffee table, she calls to Dad. "Mark, can you drive her?"
Still at the kitchen counter, he's peeling his daily banana and reading from his Bible. "Mark?"
No answer. For once, thanks for being checked out, Dad.
"Mom, I'm taking the bus already. I won't melt!" I zip up my hoodie and rush down the stairs. The red front door slams shut behind me, but I stop short. A web stretches from the eave to the rhododendron. The porch light makes the rain droplets glow on the taut strands around the spider hunkered in a ball. I duck under it and hurry into the drizzle.
Gliding on some lip balm, I look back. No one's following me, but I pick up my pace. At the end of our road, I breathe in moist hope and duck into the greenbelt, the wild growth buffering our houses from the street. I push my way through the damp ferns in the predawn darkness. Wiping my hands dry on the back of my jeans, I feel my note for Haddings has worked its way up a bit in my pocket. I shove it down again.
I smile, thinking of how he caught my eye that first day in September when he showed up in study hall. "Don't think of me as your teacher. I'm your poet-in-residence, a grad student on loan from UW," he said.
I closed my copy of The Bell Jar and focused on his dark, wavy hair, stubbled jaw, and untucked button-up over a white tee. And then there were his perfect jeans and worn Doc Martens.
With his deep, raspy voice, he dove straight into John Clare's words:
"I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light;
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye."
At the last word, I got tingles like I was floating in a bubbling hot spring.
"Bro, those words could work on the ladies," said Eric in the back.
"Thank you, PTA, for ponying up for the grad student." Marita smiled, beside me.
Was my ponytail a mess after gym? I tugged out my elastic and let my hair fall in front of my shoulders.
As Haddings' gaze swept the class, I looked down, smoothing the cover of my novel.
"He's so cute," said Marita.
"Whatever." Cydni crossed her arms.
I wrote a note and slid it to her: Every guy is not your cheater dad.
"I'm not saying he is," she whispered back. "And enough with the leftover trust issues. I don't have them, okay?"
I raised my brow.
She gave me her most patronizing look. "I'm just saying he's no Luke."
"Are you blind? Besides, anyone outshines my brother." I held up my hand, cutting off her argument. "No matter what you've moaned on about for years."
While Haddings wrote his name on the board, George yawned. "This sucks."
"I know, dude. I can't believe we have to do poetry stuff," said Clayton.
Haddings turned around, and for just a second, he looked straight at me. Blushing, I pulled out my journal. I doodled University of Washington as a possibility for application, right beside Mills.CHAPTER 2
I tilt two sugar packets into my Americano and stir. The Starbucks machine hisses behind me, and I jolt, the steam dissipating my memory of Sarah reading my favorite Byron love poem, "She Walks in Beauty," in front of the class.
After that very first poetry session in September, I had to scramble to reset boundaries when I idiotically told the seniors not to think of me as their teacher. Hearing about it, my professor slayed me. I did know better, and it was arrogant to think I could pull off peer and teacher simultaneously.
I pop a lid on my black coffee. At least my motive to get them to hear poetry was right, and everyone eventually adjusted their view of me ... except for Sarah.
Beside me, a mother in yoga pants and a sweatshirt sets a hot chocolate on the table. "Don't touch," she tells her small son, then turns to answer the barista about her coffee order. When her athletic bag bumps the cup, I lunge and upright it before the hot drink spills on her kid. "Thank you," the woman gushes.
"No problem," I answer. The little boy smiles up at me. "Is Batman your favorite super hero?" I ask, pointing at his hat.
He grins and nods once.
The mother gets her order. Gripping the two drinks, she scoots her son outside, and even though he's hustled along, he turns and waves. I wave back.
After a sip of coffee, I push out the glass door, too, and run to my car through the rain. The consistency of Seattle winter weather—or Covington, in the suburb—can definitely be counted on. Everyone says I'll get used to it, maybe eventually prefer it to Boulder. Yeah, right. At least rain in town means snow at Crystal Mountain for skiing. Maybe Warren would be up for hitting the slopes over the weekend? Or one of my other friends would go with me? I'm knocked into the present as I dodge a black Mini with pink stripes backing out of the parking slot.
Inside my Mustang, I wipe the rain from my brow and prop my coffee between my legs. Sarah's journal pokes up from among the rest of the students' books in the sack on the floorboard. Her own poetry is amazing. I hesitate but push the journal out of sight. With her talent that distracting, Warren was right to remind me to get my act together. When he stopped by my flat a few weeks ago, he'd said it sounded like the lines were blurred.
"You have to keep her at arm's length," he said.
"No, I know. Of course. Stay professional."
"Always," he emphasized.
"So, offering a tour of UW to anyone interested was not a good idea."
I dropped my head into my palm.
"Huge mistake," Warren said, sipping his IPA.
"Yeah. It was just an eager group of seniors who really wanted an inside look at the campus to see—"
"Everything," he finished for me. "And this girl stayed at your side the entire time and joined you for lunch. Teaching as a sub, I've seen it before. The tour was a bad choice, Jake."
With those words scurrying in my brain, I start my car. Yes, Warren was right, but I've taken care of it now. I'm sure.
Pulling out into traffic, listening to some Pink Floyd, I drive down the dark road toward the school. My headlights illuminate the steady shower skimming the tall firs.
In our last class, I read the poem I intentionally wrote to make the truth clear to Sarah. It hit home so well, she wouldn't meet my eyes afterward. I glance in the rearview. "There can't be anything between us." Gripping the steering wheel, I practice the words in case, by some minute chance, I still need them.
As I shift into third and coast down the hill, I reach for my vibrating phone to check an incoming text. My mom: Have a nice day. Ahead, someone exits the upcoming crosswalk, leaving the road clear. I go to tuck my cell into my inside jacket pocket, but I can't find the opening. I look down, letting go of the wheel for just a second.CHAPTER 3
I step out of the greenbelt and wave to Cydni, whose hair is going enormous in the rain. She twists the mass into a messy knot. "Hi," I say, waiting under the streetlight for a truck to pass. It rolls slowly between us then speeds off. I take the moment to flip up my hood against the rain's chill.
"Did you finish Calc, Sarah?" Cydni calls. "Did you, like, get what it was even about? I mean especially the last problems, and oh, that second one was crazy, too."
"Yeah, I got it." I step into the crosswalk. My messenger bag bops against my hip. Down the road, headlights tip over the hill as a car approaches.
"I couldn't figure out most of it," she admits. "Why did I take the class? Why did I let my advisor push me into it?"
"Don't worry. We can go over it." I glance at the car getting closer. "It's not that hard."
"Sure," she says, doubtfully. "Maybe for you it isn't, but I don't have the stupid math gene; you know what I'm saying?"
"You'll get it." Beyond the centerline, I splash into a puddle, soaking my black Chucks. Sarah, wearing wet socks is the first step to pneumonia ... Um, no, Mom. Wet socks just feel gross. They're not life threatening. I squish over to the curb.
Cydni pats my arm and points. "You dropped something, Sares. I'll get it for you."
Shoot! "No!" I nudge her back.
"Somebody's touchy," she says, pulling out her phone, protecting it from the drizzle, and checking it.
"No, I mean, it's okay. I got it." Haddings' note teeters on the far edge of the muddy puddle. Holding up my hand, I signal for the car to wait up a sec and dart back into the road, before the note gets ruined.
"Ha! You should see what Kara posted," says Cydni. "Unbelievable."
My fingers curl around the damp folded paper. I shove it into my other back pocket, the one with the closure, and quickly fiddle the snap closed. Why didn't I put it in this one to begin with?
Cydni suddenly shouts, "Sares, the car!"
I straighten, tugging my eyes from her to the rumbling Mustang; my sopping shoes suction the wet street inches from the brilliant headlight. I lurch, flailing my arms and screaming from my gut, "No!"
The impact scoops me onto the sizzling hood. I'm sprawled like a broken loose-leaf binder, then shot off the side of the car. I'm flung through the air.
In the dark, through the tiny, stinging raindrops, I jangle apart. The Mustang's red taillights squint smaller and smaller. The wet fir trees' uplifted arms stretch toward me, their pungent needles pricking the air, but I fall, fall, fall. The black asphalt bites my scalp and cracks against my skull.
Excerpted from Hit by Lorie Ann Grover. Copyright © 2014 Lorie Ann Grover. Excerpted by permission of ZONDERVAN.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If you pick up a Lorie Ann Grover novel, you should realize that her books are an experience like no other. Don't go in with preconceived ideas, thinking that this is going to be some sort of CBA version of John Green's The Fault in Our Stars. Because, personally, I think Hit is better. Hit spans two very traumatic days of Sarah's life, and is based off of a true story. Its a super fast read, and an even faster emotional roller-coaster. I loved the realism found within the pages. The struggle the characters face is very real, and very present in the time that we live in. However, there is a message of hope and truth. The word I would use to describe this book would be overcome. There was just something beautiful about Hit. It was pretty short, as mentioned, and I've heard some complaints about it not being quite fleshy enough. Sure, I would have loved to read some more, but the ending is a good one. Somehow, the end gave me the sense that the future was big, and it was going to be good, one way or the other. That God was going to finish the story in His own timing, and I can only imagine the impact that it would make. Hit releases tomorrow, and I recommend the strong of heart go and grab it up. This book won't be for everyone. It's written in a unique voice, and it's unlike anything I've ever read. But if you abandon your checklist entitled "This is What a Novel Looks Like" (I know I had to!), you will find a highly thought-provoking tale. Also, the poetry in the book is pretty awesome. Just FYI..
"Hit" is definitely an interesting book. You'll find youself interested in both characters, but it also didn't get too in-depth into either character. I feel like there was so much to delve into - especially with Sarah's crush, but the book never really touches on how "worlds apart" the two people's lives are even though they're only about six years apart. For those that are concerned, the age difference isn’t as intense as it may seem. Mr. Haddings is a graduate teacher who is around 23/24. Sarah is an 18-year-old high school student. If you enjoy Young Adult novels – including reading about an intense crush, “Hit” could be a great book for you. It’s easy to read and it’s short enough that you won’t be away from the “real world” for too long. ;) It’s not a “must-read”, but if you pick it up, it isn’t a bad read either. I'd read it again.
The premise of this book was promising. is a senior in high school, with a scholarship to Mills College for Girls, a student teacher from the neighboring university shows up and she develops feelings for him. She's convinced that he feels the same, when one morning, a car appears out of nowhere and hits here --- and who was the driver? The student teacher, of course. The book takes place over the course of 3 days, and basically.... nothing happens. I wanted to smack every character at least once, and it was a pretty boring book -- the only thing that keeps you guessing is if the student teacher is going to talk to her and her family or not. So riveting! (Not.) So, overall. I wasn't a fan of this book, which was disappointing. Better luck next time, I hope! ** I received this book for free from Book Look Bloggers in exchange for an honest review.
My most recent BookLookBlooger book is Hit by Lorie Ann Grover. Eighteen year-old Sarah is a senior in high school when graduate student, Mr. Haddings, becomes poet in residence at her high school. While sitting in his poetry class Sarah falls in love with him. Despite his efforts to rebuff Sarah and squash whatever feelings they may have for each other, Sarah is determined to express herself to him. She sets off to school one rainy day with her poetry in her back pocket. Sarah accidentally drops the poem while crossing the street and goes back to retrieve it. Mr. Haddings looks away from the road for a moment and doesn’t see the girl in the crosswalk. He hears the thud and its too late. What has he done? Hit by Lorie Ann Grover tells Sarah and Mr. Haddings stories. Their lives are forever entertwined in that fateful moment in the rain. Will Sarah live and have the same kind of life she was headed towards? Will Mr. Haddings own what he has done or run away in fear? Will anyone be able to forgive? Grover alludes to the fact that Hit is based a true story in the preface of her book, which made it even more interesting as a read. The story is fast-paced and filled with emotion. The narrator’s perspective switches between the two main characters, but I never found it confusing. Each section is fairly short, making it a great book to read in spurts. I appreciated the way that Grover allowed her characters to have real emotions and feelings about the situation. Nothing felt sugar coated or glossed over. True anger was just that. There were several areas that never concluded. The story takes place over only a few days and is truly a snapshot of those days. The things that had happened in the family before these moments and the things that will happen after are left, relatively, untouched. While appreciated this aspect, it frustrated me some. I wanted to know what had led the tension in some of the relationships and if it would be resolved. I really enjoyed this book and I would definitely recommend it. It is short enough that it could be read in one sitting, but could easily be chopped up and read in spurts. I hope you enjoy it too! A copy of this book was provided to my by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. I really did like this book.
I received a copy of HIT by Lorie Ann Grover from Blink via BookSneeze. This book blew me away. It is gripping from first page to last, and the writing style is fast, crisp, and addictive. It is the type of novel you can read cover to cover in one sitting. In fact, I recommend you do, otherwise you won’t be able to stop thinking about the characters. People’s lives change in one second. That is the main theme of the story, or so I took away. Another theme involves student-teacher relationships. I found it intriguing, since I taught at a college for a short time. Nothing like this ever happened to me, but I found a pulling toward Mr. Haddings, the poetry professor. There is so much emotion within the chapters. Sometimes I cried, other times I shuddered. This is a book geared toward young adults, and the writing reflected that, but in a good way. Sarah declares her feelings for her teacher in her poetry journal. Then, one rainy day, the teacher hits Sarah with his car. The book focuses on three days, and you get to experience the emotions of the people surrounding Sarah after the accident. HIT is another book I highly recommend.
The feelings between a student teacher and an 18 year old high school student become more of a problem after the teacher accidentally hits the student with his car. HIT takes on the issues of student-teacher relationships, head injury and the effects of tragedy on a family. Grover deftly handled the narrative and drew me into the world of Sarah and Mr. Haddings. I won't soon forget this story filled with the serious consequences of the seemingly small decisions. .
Hit was a very interesting read, and I enjoyed every minute of it! Sarah McCormick has her life, for the most part, planned out. With a full ride scholarship to Mills College for girls, she appears to be set. That is until she takes a poetry class and discovers that the teacher is young and attractive. Jake Haddings, or Mr. Haddings as Sarah knows him, is a student teacher from the University of Washington. Suddenly, Sarah’s set future seems to be moving to the University of Washington. The students of Haddings’ poetry class have journals where they write their poems. Sarah uses this to indirectly state her feelings for Haddings. One rainy day she heads for school with a poem for him that states her feelings once and for all. Haddings is not blind to Sarah’s actions. He has noticed her hints and is well aware of the things at stake. He decides to put an end to this flirting on that same morning. But all of their plans change when Haddings hits Sarah with his car. This story was told wonderfully. The imagery Ms. Lorie Ann Grover used was phenomenal. At times I felt like I could FEEL what was going on. I loved how this story was not one sided, meaning not only was Sarah’s point of view told, but Haddings’ was, too. I liked how readers received the perspective of the driver. The reader was given glimpses into what it would feel like to hurt somebody, unintentionally. It seemed like the pain was also magnified because the victim was someone Haddings knew. One thing that I loved about the character of Haddings was that he stayed, for a long time, with Sarah. He did not want to introduce himself to her family; it felt awkward for him, yet he still found ways to keep an eye on her. My initial reaction to reading the book synopsis was that Haddings had been driving distracted and that is why he ran over Sarah. The synopsis drew me in right away. I knew I wanted to read it. The language, imagery, and detail only adds to my praise for this book. I would give it 4.5 out of 5 stars. It is a must read!
I really enjoyed this story and you connect with both of the main character Sarah and Mr. Haddings and what they are dealing with. This book really shows that just one second and one thing can totally change the direction of your life. It really makes you think about what you are doing in your own life and what is important. The book is very well written and is a great read for both teens and adults.
Hit is told from two POVs, Sarah and Mr. Haddings, which allows the reader to get a more complete picture of what happens. While both were interesting and provided great insights into the characters' minds, I personally preferred Sarah's POV to Mr. Haddings', maybe because I could relate more to her. Although the student-teacher romance thing felt really uncomfortable and just kinda faded away. The characters were definitely the best thing about Hit. Everyone just felt so real and human, with flaws and selfish moments, but in the end, they all come through for Sarah. The ending is left a bit open-ended, allowing the reader to fill in a few of the questions still left. Overall, I really liked Hit and can't wait to read more of Lorie Ann Grover's work. Quote: That's me, no matter how hideous, or confused, or slow. Loved and loving. *I was provided an ARC copy of Hit via Netgalley for an honest review.*
I was really looking forward to reading Hit and in most ways I loved it. Over all the book was a good, quick, and thought provoking read. It makes you really think about forgiveness and grace. Grover really expertly weaves poetry in throughout the book which really highlights those points. Also Grover really has an amazing talent of getting right down to the core of emotions like physical pain, personal image, grief, and gilt.The main thing that really disappointed me was the shortness of the book as a whole and also the shortness of the timeline that takes place. The book is only about twodays and while it make the book easy and quick to get through it also leaves little room to really truly connect with the characters. It lacked the length or at least an epilogue, maybe something that took place a year or so later to show how well Sarah recovers and if/when she goes to college. I personally would love to see a sequel continuing Sarah's road to bright yet difficult future and Hasting's journey to of excepting forgiveness. Alas I'll take one book with a gorgeous cover. Overall I would recommend Hit with an enthusiastic 4.5/5 stars. *I was provided an ARC by the publisher in exchange for a honest review*
Hit, told from two perspectives (Sarah and Mr. Haddings) is a fast paced story covering only two days in the life of Sarah. I enjoyed the book immensely and could hardly put it down until I was finished, as I was that drawn in to the storyline. Now my teenage daughter is reading it, too. My only complaint with the book was the ending! It leaves the reader with a sense of hope and expectation for the future, which is great. Sarah has reached a point of clarity in her own life and is voicing and making her own decisions for her future. However, I read the last words, turned the page, and said, “Ahhh!!” in frustration as it felt incomplete! Since this book is written approximately 10 years after the real event in the lives of Lorie’s friends, it was disappointing to me to not have an epilogue that neatly wrapped up the next stage of Sarah’s life. I was provided an ARC (advanced review copy) in exchange for my honest review.
Life can change in an instant. One moment on a rain morning changes everything for Sarah and Haddings. Sarah, a senior in high school with a full-ride scholarship at her fingertips, heads to catch the bus. A poem is tucked in her pocket expressing her true feelings to a young college student practice teaching in her poetry class. When that poem slips to the ground, she steps off the curb to retrieve it and she is struck by an oncoming car. Friends and family follow Sarah to the hospital as she fights for her life. The police investigate the accident and question the driver who happens to be the young man Sarah's poem addresses. Haddings tells the police he didn't see Sarah in the rain, but he must come to terms with the fact that he had taken his eyes off the road for a moment and may have ended the life of a truly gifted student. HIT takes readers into the minds of Sarah and Haddings as they deal with the tragic results of the accident. Sarah's parents and friends sit by her side as she undergoes surgery and grapples with her injuries. Haddings struggles to decide his best course of action after the accident. Should he face Sarah and her parents and apologize or should he stay away and give them time to heal? Lorie Ann Grover's newest book HIT deals with forgiveness and recovery. When a trusted someone makes a horrible mistake should they be forgiven or forgotten? Grover takes her readers on an emotional journey in which two people must come to terms with a shared tragedy and figure out how best to carry on.
I received an ARC copy of this book from the author. I really enjoyed reading this book. Hit is a fast pace book that sends you on an emotional roll coaster. I really love the characters Sarah and Haddings. I felt a connected to Sarah in a lot of ways. I could understand how she felt about Haddings. I feel that any girl would feel a connected to Sarah's character. I would recommend this books to just about anybody that loves Y/A and Christian books. Lorie Ann Grover is an awesome author, and after reading this book, it makes me want to read more from this author. I give this book 5 out of 5 stars. Hilary Cooper
Hit by Lorie Ann Grover is a fast intense read. The story is made more real by the fact that its based off of something that happen to the authors daughters best friend. I really enjoyed the story but I just wish that it was a bit longer. More fleshed out I guess. I felt like I needed more. More of a back story and more of an ending. But then without those things it makes you focus more on the accident itself and thats what this whole book is about. I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
*I received an ARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review* I am not a contemporary fan but after reading the synopsis I was intrigued. I requested a copy from the publisher and was lucky enough to be given one. I read this in one sitting in about two hours. For the most part this is a fast paced read however, the dialog and emotions in the middle of the book drag the story out and it seems longer than it actually is. I pictured Mr. Haddings as Ezra from Pretty Little Liars but no one specific for Sarah. I would recommend this to contemporary lovers and fans of the book/show PLL and the movie If I Stay.
Hit is a face paced, emotional roller coaster in which we find out what a difference a split second can make in someone’s life. The young protagonist is in love with her poetry teacher and ironically he is the one who “hits” her. Little background about me, I am a teacher and I feel sick to my stomach when I read books with any sort of student-teacher romance. However, once I got over the student-teacher “relationship” part, I was pleasantly surprised by this book. Hit’s timeline is only three days, a whole book devoted to three days. You would think it would feel long winded and boring but that is totally not the case. It is an extremely easy read and easily a one sitting type of book. There is nothing too complex going on and a relatively simple plot. However, I found a lot of beauty in this story. Whether it be the fact that the poetry teacher faces his students’ family after the accident, or a brother who realizes how much he loves his sister, or a family that realizes what is important in life.
What can I say about Hit? Well, I’m actually kind of torn with the story. It was too short in my opinion and could have had a lot more depth and a better ending. The book only spans around three days. Does Sarah fully recover? Did she get to go to college? What happens with Mr. Haddings? I need to know. Please don’t leave me hanging like this. The viewpoint does shift between Sarah and Mr. Haddings, so you do get to see what the both of them go through at roughly the same time. Mr. Haddings guilt from the accident was probably the best written parts in the story. The other characters, Sarah’s family and her friend Cydni reacted like real people would in that sort of horrific situation. But Sarah’s crush on Mr. Haddings, even while he tried to tell her that they can’t possibly be together, she still believes they can. That really annoyed me about her. And the fact that she sort of thought he might have done it on purpose. Overall, the story was okay. It’s about 215 pages long and could be read in one sitting depending on how fast you can read.
I received a copy to help facilitate my review. The opiions expressed here are my own. I really enjoyed this book. I was reminded of my senior year in high school. We had a student intern come to our school. All of the students liked him. He crossed the line when he invited students to come to his apartment. He was trying to be friendly and let them see what college life was like. There was one girl who was infatuated with him the way Sarah was with Mr. Haddings. It almost cost him his internship. He was lucky. The parents had already talked to him about their daughter’s infatuation with him. He did everything he could to avoid her and never be alone with her. Unfortunately she showed up at his apartment with a few other students and a rumor got started. It was completely unclear how much Haddings made clear his feelings for Sarah. I felt from his writing he definitely liked her. However, I am not sure if a lot of it was from guilt. Having someone injured to the point that you have to help them recover is tough. So many friends leave because they really don’t know what to say. I found this book to be so realistic and true to life in so many ways. The anger felt by everyone in the family, even when they tried to deny there was anger was spot on. I have to mention the father’s faith. He was shocked by how angry he felt when he met Haddings. Most people believe that having faith means you never get angry. For me seeing the father react was what really made this feel so real. Families try to pretend things are one way and then they try to hide feelings only to lose control at some point. There were so many ways to connect to this book. My cousin was involved in a terrible accident, the night she got engaged. When she finally regained consciousness a few weeks later, she overheard her fiancé make a comment that he could never marry a retard or someone who looked like a monster. Luke reminded me of him in his inability to hold his tongue. I think that teens can definitely benefit from reading this book. I think it would be of benefit for teachers to read this as well. I am careful every day how I speak to my students because I never want to put myself in the position that we find so any teachers in. This was an excellent book and one I will gladly share with my students.
Every choice has a consequence and it is up to you to make the right one... Hit By Lorie Ann Grover Sarah seems to have it made. A scholarship to Mills College. A loving family. A great friend. And a secret crush. But in an instant it could all come to an end. And everyone involved with Sarah all too soon realizes what they may lose Taking place over several days Hit is told through the viewpoints of both Sarah and Mr. Haddings. Which makes for a fuller story - a more complete picture. This is a story that will appeal to teens and tweens who are, like Sarah, trying to determine what their future should be and how it will look. Even when everything appears darkest there is hope. If you have read Lorie's previous books - one can agree with me when I say Lorie is not stuck in a genre when it comes to writing. But the quality remains high which is one of her draws. I was provided an uncorrected ARC (advanced review copy) in exchange for my honest review.