I’m gonna be real—this is one of those stories that sticks with you because of how it’s told, almost as much as what it’s about. 'Long Way Down' happens in a single, claustrophobic elevator ride. Will’s older brother Shawn has just been shot and killed, and he’s following the rules he was taught: no crying, no snitching, get revenge. So he takes Shawn’s gun and gets on the elevator to go after the guy he thinks is responsible.
The elevator stops at every floor, and at each stop, someone from Will’s past who died from gun violence gets on. His uncle, his childhood friend, even his own father. They’re all ghosts, and they each have a piece of the story to share about their own deaths and about the cycle Will’s about to step into. The whole book is written in verse, which makes every line hit harder and faster, like a heartbeat. It’s not just a plot summary; it’s this visceral experience of pressure building as the elevator descends and Will has to listen to these voices. You’re left hanging at the end, with Will still in that elevator, deciding. It forces you to sit with that impossible choice long after you close the book.