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TEACHING GUIDE. NOTE TO TEACHERS Please click on the PDF link at the bottom of this page to download the Teacher's Guide. Learn More About If You. A lyrical story of star-crossed love perfect for readers of The Hate U Give, by National Ambassador for Children's Literature Jacqueline WoodsonJeremiah feels. If you come softly by Jacqueline Woodson; 6 editions; Subjects: African Americans, Family life, Fiction, Interracial dating, Schools, Juvenile.


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Read "If You Come Softly" by Jacqueline Woodson available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off your first purchase. A lyrical story of star-crossed. If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson Jeremiah feels good inside his own skin. That is, when he's in his own Brooklyn neighborhood. Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Once again, Woodson (I Hadn't Meant to Tell You This) handles delicate, even explosive subject matter with.

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The Heroes of Olympus, Book Four: It made me sad for him—that he could walk through this world without looking left or right. Who did he go home to? Would he remember me? Had he seen it too, whatever it was that I saw when we looked at each other?

What was it? She pulled a chicken-covered with rosemary and lemon slices from the oven. It had been going on like this for years. She refused to call me Ellie, so I refused to call her Mom. The yellow stained glass panes across the top of the windows buttered the room a soft gold—even now in the early evening with the rain coming down hard outside.

He'd always thought so. She wore her hair short, tied her hair up in pretty scarves. Tonight she was wearing an orange and yellow one, wrapped high like a turban. Her skin was dark like his and smooth. People said they had the same mouth—wide and soft. And the same eyes.

His eyes were light brown like hers and people were always asking them if they wore contact lenses. In February, it would be five years since she passed. Jeremiah twirled the saltshaker absently wondering how long it took before you stopped missing someone.

Yeah, over and over, his father had tried to explain it to him, and each time Jeremiah thought he finally understood. But then he'd come home some evening and find his mother sitting in front of the television in the empty living room and his heart would tighten inside his chest.

She looked lonely and lost sitting in the half-light. If that. Would his life always be filled with "ifs"? He wasn't hungry anymore.

Just tired. Tired of everything. Sometimes he wanted to scream—just stand in the middle of the street and holler. Think of it like seasons. You don't want to stay one way all your life and have moss grow under your toes. It sounded like the whole world—pointing at him … and laughing.

Imagine two babies born—one white, one black. Maybe their mothers shared the same hospital room and talked low—when all the excited visitors were gone and the hospital was heavy with sleep—about their futures. Talked about their dreams for the babies, long after the two A. I used to think that all those babies needed was some kind of chance—and a mother's dream for them.

I was so … so silly back then. The yellow stained glass panes across the top of the windows buttered the room a soft gold—even now in the early evening with the rain coming down hard outside. He'd always thought so. She wore her hair short, tied her hair up in pretty scarves. Tonight she was wearing an orange and yellow one, wrapped high like a turban.

Her skin was dark like his and smooth. People said they had the same mouth—wide and soft. And the same eyes. His eyes were light brown like hers and people were always asking them if they wore contact lenses. In February, it would be five years since she passed.

Jeremiah twirled the saltshaker absently wondering how long it took before you stopped missing someone. Yeah, over and over, his father had tried to explain it to him, and each time Jeremiah thought he finally understood. But then he'd come home some evening and find his mother sitting in front of the television in the empty living room and his heart would tighten inside his chest.

She looked lonely and lost sitting in the half-light. If that. Would his life always be filled with "ifs"? He wasn't hungry anymore.

Just tired.

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Tired of everything. Sometimes he wanted to scream—just stand in the middle of the street and holler. Think of it like seasons. You don't want to stay one way all your life and have moss grow under your toes. It sounded like the whole world—pointing at him … and laughing.

Imagine two babies born—one white, one black. Maybe their mothers shared the same hospital room and talked low—when all the excited visitors were gone and the hospital was heavy with sleep—about their futures.

Talked about their dreams for the babies, long after the two A. I used to think that all those babies needed was some kind of chance—and a mother's dream for them. I was so … so silly back then. I believed stuff like that. Just because no one in this family had ever said a hateful thing about black people. So why should any of us feel like we're better or less than another?

Had always loved it. There was something sad and beautiful about it—the ending and beginning of things. He found himself watching her when she wan't looking. Watching the way she used her hand to move her hair out of her face, slowly, wrapping her fingers around it and pulling it back behind her ear. The way she leaned over her notebook to write, a tiny frown between her eyebrows.Rainbow Rowell.

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