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S.E.Hinton

S.E. Hinton is an American author of young adult fiction. She is best known for her YA novels set in Oklahoma, mainly The Outsiders, published in 1967. In 1988 she received the inaugural Margaret Edwards Award from the American Library Association for her cumulative contribution to writing for teens.

Susan Eloise Hinton was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She wrote her first book when she was just 17 years old. Two rival gangs at her Will Rogers High School inspired the book. Hinton wrote The Outsiders because she was dissatisfied with the literature for young adults.

Once published in 1967 by Viking Press, the novel gave her a lot of publicity, fame, and pressure. A film adaptation was produced in 1983 by Francis Ford Coppola, and a short-lived TV series appeared in 1990.

Since then, the book has sold more than 14 million copies. In 2017, Viking stated the book sells over 500,000 copies a year. In 2019, BBC News listed The Outsiders among the 100 most influential novels.

S.E. Hinton has written several other novels, including Rumble Fish (1975) and Tex (1979). It received excellent reviews, and critics noted that her writing style has matured since previous publications.
However, Hinton's books were banned in some schools.

In 1985 the film version of That Was Then, This Is Now was released. Three years later, S.E. Hinton became the first person to receive the YASD/SLJ Author Achievement Award from the Young Adult Services Division of the American Library Association and School Library Journal.

S.E. Hinton is considered a classic of young adult literature. Her novels often deal with the struggles of young people growing up and finding their place in the world.

S.E. Hinton currently still lives in Tulsa with her husband, David.
years of life: 22 July 1948 present

Quotes

Waihas quoted2 years ago
“Safer,” I said. I guess he thought we should be trotting down the sidewalk, when God knows what was waiting in the doorways. Sometimes Steve was really dumb.

I kept thinking I saw something moving, out of the corner of my eye, but every time I turned around, it was just a shadow laying black against a doorway or an alley. I started through the alleys, looking for shortcuts.

“I thought we were sticking to the streets,” Steve whispered. I didn’t know why he was whispering, but it wasn’t a bad idea.

“I’m in a hurry.”

“Well, if you’re scared, I guess I should be terrified.”

“I ain’t scared. Bein’ in a hurry don’t mean you’re scared. I don’t like creepy empty places. That ain’t bein’ scared.”

Steve mumbled something that sounded like “Same thing,” but I didn’t want to stop and argue with him.

“Hey, slow it down, willya?” he called.

I slowed down all right. I stopped. Two live shadows stepped out of the dark ones to block the alley. One was white. One was black. The black had something in his hand that looked like a tire tool. Actually, it was a relief to see them. I was almost glad to see anybody.

Steve said, “Oh, God, we’re dead,” in a singsong voice. He was absolutely frozen. I wasn’t counting on any help from him. I just stood there, gauging the distances, the numbers, the weapons, like the Motorcycle Boy had taught me to, a long time ago, when there were gangs.

“You got any bread?” said the white guy. Like he wasn’t going to kill us if we had. I knew if we handed them a million dollars they’d still bash us. Sometimes guys just go out to kill people.

“Progressive country, integrated mugging,” Steve muttered. He surprised me by showing he did have some guts, after all. But he still couldn’t move.

I thought about a lot of things: Patty—she’d really be sorry now—and Coach Ryan, bragging that he knew me when. I pictured my father at my funeral saying, “What a strange way to die.” And my mother, living in a tree house with an artist—she wouldn’t even know. I thought about how everybody at Benny’s would think it was cool, that I went down fighting just like some of the old gang members had. The last guy who was killed in the gang fights was a Packer. He had been fifteen. Fifteen had seemed really old then. Now it didn’t seem too old, since I wasn’t going to see fifteen myself.

Since Steve had said something, I had to say something, even though I couldn’t think of anything besides “Bug off.”

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Brooke-Ava Hugheshas quotedlast year
He had strange eyes—they made me think of a two-way mirror. Like you could feel somebody on the other side watching you, but the only reflection you saw was your own.
Waihas quoted2 years ago
looked at the other photographs. They were mostly of people. They all looked like paintings. The magazine said that the person who took them was famous for her photos looking like paintings.

“Wow,” I said. “Wait till I tell everybody.”

“Don’t, Rusty-James. I’d rather you didn’t tell anybody. God knows it’s gonna get around soon enough.”

He had been acting a little weird ever since he got back. He had a funny look on his face now, so I said, “Sure.”

“It’s a bit of a burden to be Robin Hood, Jess

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