She thought about Ponyboy, who lost his parents but refused to lose his dreams. She thought about Dally Winston, the toughest greaser of all, who shattered completely when Johnny died—because Johnny was the last thing he loved. She thought about Cherry Valance, a Soc girl who admitted, “Things are rough all over.”
In the dusty corner of a middle school library, a girl named Maya slammed her book shut. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton lay on the table, its cover worn and creased. Her teacher had assigned an essay due Friday, and Maya was stuck. The Outsiders
Maya sighed. “Rich versus poor. Old story.” She thought about Ponyboy, who lost his parents
The Outsiders didn’t give her answers. It gave her a mirror—and a window. The Outsiders by S
So if you’re reading it for class or just for yourself, here’s the helpful truth: Don’t look for the fight. Look for the sunset. And remember, as Ponyboy did, that “someone will see it and wonder about you.”