From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nic Stone comes a middle-grade road-trip story through American race relations past and present, perfect for fans of Jacqueline Woodson and Jason Reynolds. How to Go on an Unplanned Road Trip with Your Grandma: Grab a Suitcase: Prepacked from the big spring break trip that got CANCELLED. Fasten Your Seatbelt: G'ma's never conventional, so this trip won't be either. Use the Green Book: G'ma's most treasured possession. It holds history, memories, and most important, the way home. What Not to Bring: A Cell Phone: Avoid contact with Dad at all costs. Even when G'ma starts acting stranger than usual. Set against the backdrop of the segregation history of the American South, take a trip with this New York Times bestseller and an eleven-year-old boy who is about to discover that the world hasn't always been a welcoming place for kids like him, and things aren't always what they seem--his G'ma included." Praise for Clean Getaway: "A road novel that serves in part as a primer on important scenes and themes of the civil-rights movement... [A] poignant caper." — The Wall Street Journal  "An absolute firecracker of a book." — Booklist, starred review “A heartwarming, family-centered adventure that will leave readers guessing until the end.” — Publishers Weekly ,  starred review "Rich in history, Stone's middle-grade debut entertains and informs young readers....A road trip to remember." — Kirkus Reviews "Stone has crafted a history lesson in road-trip form....a good addition for school ­libraries seeking unconventional approaches to history.”  — School Library Journal Praise for Dear Martin: "Powerful, wrenching." — John Green, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Turtles All the Way Down "Absolutely incredible, honest, gut-wrenching. A must read!" — Angie Thomas, New York Times bestselling author of The Hate U Give "Painfully timely and deeply moving." — Jodi Picoult "Raw and gripping." — Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling coauthor of All American Boys Nic Stone is the author of many novels, including the #1 New York Times bestseller Dear Martin and its New York Times bestselling sequel, Dear Justyce . She also penned the young adult titles Odd One Out , an NPR Best Book and an ALA Rainbow Book Top Ten, Jackpot , a love- ish story that takes a searing look at economic inequality, and Chaos Theory , a Southern Book Prize finalist and a YALSA Quick Pick Selection. Her middle-grade novels include Clean Getaway , a New York Times bestseller, and Fast Pitch , which received two starred reviews including from Publishers Weekly , which said, “Black girl magic hits a home run in Stone’s latest.” Nic lives in Atlanta with her adorable little family. 1   Quite a Ways to Go   It might sound silly, but to William “Scoob” Lamar, the Welcome to Alabama the Beautiful sign looks . . . well, beautiful. Not as beautiful as his best friend Shenice Lockwood in her yellow sundress, but beautiful enough to make Scoob tip his head back, close his eyes, and sigh into the breeze blowing through the open passenger-side window of G’ma’s Winnebago. Exhale Dad’s lockdown. Inhale the sweet fragrance of freedom. Which smells like pine mixed with a little bit of truck exhaust.  “You all right over there, Scoob-a-doob?” G’ma says from the driver’s seat. She’s propped up on the gingham-covered foam wedge she uses to see over the steering wheel, pale, polka-dotted little hands perfectly positioned at ten and two. She’s only four feet, eleven inches tall, G’ma is.  Hearing his full nickname makes Scoob cringe. G’ma gave it to him when he was five years old and obsessed with an old cartoon he used to watch at her house about a dog who liked to solve mysteries. G’ma thought it was just too adorable! that he couldn’t pronounce Scooby-Doo. And because Shenice was G’ma’s neighbor, she picked up on the nickname and started using it at school. So it stuck. Well, the Scoob part did. Which is fine. Kinda cool, even.  Scoob-a-doob, though?  “G’ma,” he says, “you mind if we stick to Scoob? The rest is a little . . . babyish. No offense,” he adds.  “Oh, none taken!” G’ma says. “My apologies, Mr. Scoob.” “I mean . . . you can drop the mister, too,” Scoob goes on. This makes G’ma laugh.  Which makes Scoob smile. He’d never tell anybody, but there’s really no sound in the world he loves more than his grandmother’s barking laughter. Dad’s not a fan; says it “grates” on him because it’s the one reminder of G’ma’s past smoking days “and potential future lung cancer,” but it reminds Scoob of elementary school days playing card games she taught him that he wasn’t supposed to know the rules for--like Texas Hold’em and blackjack. Even now, it blows Scoob’s mind that a harsh, booming sound like that could come out of a person as little as G’ma. “I mean it, though,” she says. “You feeling all right? I’m not driving too fast, am I?” She kicks him a wrinkly wink.