An NPR Best Book of the Year * The stunning sequel to the critically acclaimed, #1 New York Times bestseller Dear Martin . An incarcerated teen writes letters to his best friend about his experiences in the American juvenile justice system . An unflinching look into the tragically flawed practices and silenced voices in the American juvenile justice system. Vernell LaQuan Banks and Justyce McAllister grew up a block apart in the Southwest Atlanta neighborhood of Wynwood Heights. Years later, though, Justyce walks the illustrious halls of Yale University . . . and Quan sits behind bars at the Fulton Regional Youth Detention Center. Through a series of flashbacks, vignettes, and letters to Justyce--the protagonist of Dear Martin --Quan's story takes form. Troubles at home and misunderstandings at school give rise to police encounters and tough decisions. But then there's a dead cop and a weapon with Quan's prints on it. What leads a bright kid down a road to a murder charge? Not even Quan is sure. "A powerful, raw, must-read told through the lens of a Black boy ensnared by our broken criminal justice system." -Kirkus, Starred Review Praise for DEAR JUSTYCE: An NPR Best Book of the Year! A Bank Street Best Children's Book of the Year! " An unforgettable tour de force of social-justice and activist literature." — Booklist, starred review " A powerful, raw must-read told through the lens of a Black boy ensnared by our broken criminal justice system.” — Kirkus Reviews, starred review “Stone tackles the American juvenile justice system and its unjust persecution of Black boys in this gritty, powerful sequel to Dear Martin .” — Publishers Weekly, starred review " This book expands the conversation about systemic racism to include young men of color who don’t fit the demands of respectability politics.... A nuanced perspective on the juvenile justice system." — SLJ “[An] emotionally intense follow-up to the William C. Morris Debut Award finalist Dear Martin .” — Shelf Awareness “Teens can relate to the feelings of alienation, loneliness, and confusion that lead Quan to make many of the choices that he does, even as the book explores the various ways our current justice system disenfranchises young people of color. ” — The Horn Book “ [This] layered, painfully timely sequel about racism, police brutality, and incarceration will hit you hard.” — Hello Giggles 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, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hate U Give "Raw and gripping." —Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling author of Long Way Down 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  Doomed Vernell LaQuan Banks Jr. remembers the night everything changed. He’d fallen asleep on the leather sectional in Daddy’s living room while watching Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (the movie), and was dreaming about Count Olaf--who’d gotten a tan, it seemed, and looked suspiciously like his mama’s “boyfriend,” Dwight--falling into a pit of giant yellow snakes like the one from Montgomery Montgomery’s reptile room. Screaming bloody murder as he got sucked down into the scaly, slithery quicksand. Quan’s pretty sure he was smiling in his sleep. But then there was a BOOM that startled him so bad, he jolted awake and fell to the floor. Which wound up being a good thing. Next thing Quan knew, more police officers than he could count were pouring into the house with guns drawn. He stayed down. Hidden. Wouldn’t’ve been able to get up if he tried, he was so scared. There was a commotion over his head--Daddy’s room. Lots of thumping. Bumping. A yell (Daddy’s?). Muffled shouting. Get down! Put your hands in the air-- Oww, man! Not so tight, you tryna break my arm? Wham. BAM! Walls shaking. Was the ceiling gonna fall? Then the tumult shifted to the left. He heard Daddy’s door bang against the wall, then what sounded like eight tons of giant bricks tumbling down the stairs. Slow down, man! Damn-- Keep your mouth shut! Quan closed his eyes. Chill out, man! I’m not resisti-- There was a sharp pain in Quan’s shoulder as his arm was suddenly wrenc