The Hate U Give Book Reviews Novels & Stories

“You are nothing, Jade. Just a waste of space and a stupid girl who thinks reading a book will alleviate our poverty or bring food to the table; you are so dumb and stupid.” I swallowed hard, my small hands gripping the book tightly, trying to stop myself from crying. If I let him see my weakness, he would pry on it, and I would be so useless in the end. “You think you are special; you are not, Jade. You are just an ordinary girl who killed her mother, and people like you don't get happy endings; you rot in hell.” “You don’t get to be special,” he continued, his voice smooth but filled with hate. “You’re just like your father. Useless.”

I was twenty-five years old and terrified. The book was released on a Tuesday. By Friday, it hit the bestseller list. "It's number three," Rebecca called to tell me. "And climbing. Early reviews are incredible." I read some reviews online. They ranged from glowing to hateful. Some readers connected deeply with my story. Others called me a traitor to humanity. "Don't read the negative ones," Kyle advised. "They don't matter." But they did matter. Every hateful comment reminded me why I'd written the book. To combat that exact hatred with truth and love.

“It’s not just dark. It’s honest. And that’s why it hits so hard.” It's twisted, dark and I now want to read the entire book not just small snip

I’ve been away from the app for a while and I was surprised to see how much gem you’ve given PMJ, Wilmarie Vazquez. Thank you so much, babe… I never expected anyone to love this book, much less stay until the end because it contains so much pain.

Remain blessed. My unwavering appreciation goes to the "Readers and Writers Haven" book club for their constructive criticisms that helped in shaping this book. Special thanks to nita4rever, the head admin. I won't forget my able aides like Google, the English Dictionary app e.t.c. Thanks a lot for the help, guys (notices the weird stares on him) Also, I would like to thank Wattpad star, SarahPerlmutter who reviewed my work during the "Black Lives Matter" Wattpad Outreach.

Never Again 🌷 “Hate is a terrible thing. It's a wasteful, stupid emotion. You can hate someone with all your heart, but it'll never do them a bit of harm. The only person it hurts is you. You can spend your days hating, letting it eat away at you, and the person you hate will go on living just the same. So, what's the point?” ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

Note - After reading this chapter aren't you feeling like to kill Anirudh? Dear all, if you are liking the book then give your review to the book and also do comments. Your opinion motivates me to write. Thank you.

Xander said as he burst out fake crying as Jace wrapped his hands around Xander and consoled him. "Oh honey, stop crying. I know It was horrible but the man killed someone. You got to feel nothing but anger for him. He deserves it." Jace said as the cop nodded his head staring at the two hot men seated and being inquired in front of him. The cop was a bit in shock, because in front of him is known CEO of J’s Empire, calling a guy honey. He didn’t know he was gay and that awed me a big. "Listen to your boyfriend, okay. It is okay, I am sorry you were traumatized. It's such a pity a vibrant doctor have to die." The cop said trying to sound cooperate while shaking his head as the paramedics jus

Honestly hated it and sometimes had nightmares about it. “Do you know, have you even had a clue of how painful and cursing it is for me to remember all of that loops? Everything that started with a tragedy, coming into a fruitful happy ending and only to be broken by the worst damn tragedy of all?” His hate, his pain, and thinking how cruel everything in this world and book is being written about.

Love that started with I hate you — and grew into something better than I love you. Absolutely. Here's your Mini-Epilogue to Hate You Until I Don’t — a soft, full-circle moment that echoes their growth, captures their future, and leaves your readers smiling with a tear in their chest. --- One Year Later POV: Blake The breeze felt gentler in the city today. Or maybe that was just him.