Winner of an American Indian Youth Literature Award New York Times best-selling author Cynthia Leitich Smith turns to realistic fiction with the thoughtful story of a Native teen navigating the complicated, confusing waters of high school — and first love. When Louise Wolfe’s first real boyfriend mocks and disrespects Native people in front of her, she breaks things off and dumps him over e-mail. It’s her senior year, anyway, and she’d rather spend her time with her family and friends and working on the school newspaper. The editors pair her up with Joey Kairouz, the ambitious new photojournalist, and in no time the paper’s staff find themselves with a major story to cover: the school musical director’s inclusive approach to casting The Wizard of Oz has been provoking backlash in their mostly white, middle-class Kansas town. From the newly formed Parents Against Revisionist Theater to anonymous threats, long-held prejudices are being laid bare and hostilities are spreading against teachers, parents, and students — especially the cast members at the center of the controversy, including Lou’s little brother, who’s playing the Tin Man. As tensions mount at school, so does a romance between Lou and Joey — but as she’s learned, “dating while Native” can be difficult. In trying to protect her own heart, will Lou break Joey’s? Blending teen romance with complex questions of identity, equality, and censorship , this is an excellent choice for most collections. —School Library Journal (starred review) In a time when #ownvoices stories are rising in popularity among YA readers, this brings an insightful story to the conversation...this is truly a thought-provoking and educational novel. —Booklist Louise...is believable in her own missteps, and her younger brother’s moral quandary—he’s unsure if he wants to stay in the play after finding out about L. Frank Baum’s virulent anti-Native prejudice—is compellingly explored...a revealing account of a bigotry experience that sometimes gets overshadowed by others, though, and readers will sympathize with Louise’s frustrations. —Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books Smith effectively presents the continuous microaggressions Lou faces as a young Native woman alongside the central narrative arc of the school play. —The Horn Book Smith depicts the Wolfes’ warm family life as a stable foundation as Hughie and Lou each confront challenges, and she is especially successful at portraying the camaraderie and conflicts of the newspaper staff...a thought-provoking work of realistic teen fiction. —Publishers Weekly Online Cynthia Leitich Smith is the best-selling, acclaimed author of the Tantalize series and the Feral series. She is an enrolled member of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation and is on the advisory board of We Need Diverse Books. She lives in Austin, Texas. Falling Hard Half past nine a.m. in the residual haze of my junior prom, I ducked into a powder room off the kitchen at the swanky lake house where the ­after-​­party took place.    It reeked of vanilla oil and was decorated with dead starfish.    Then I ­tapped my phone to update my newish best friend, ­Shelby ­Keller. We had texted off and on the night before, but this morning’s conversation mandated ­face-​­to-​­face communication. She answered with “Good morning, ­Louise. ­Please tell me you didn’t waste your maiden voyage into sexy fun time on that narcissistic player you call a boyfriend.”    “Not even,” I whispered to ­Shelby. “You know how Cam has to eat an entire cow or something every three hours? ­After the dance, we detoured to IHOP for a snack. On the way out, he threw up a ­whole ­bottle of champagne and a ­double-​­blueberry short stack in the parking lot. Then he passed out in the limo.”    Her ­snort-​­laugh burst through the tiny speaker.    I replied, “Yeah, well, I may never eat pancakes again.” ­After all, unbuttoning your semiconscious boyfriend’s ­vomit-​­splattered shirt isn’t any girl’s ­prom-​­night fantasy.    “­Sounds like I didn’t miss much,” ­Shelby said. With her ­part-​­time waitressing gig, she didn’t have much time to socialize. And her earnings went to necessities, not party dresses.    “­Definitely not,” I said out of loyalty, though the actual dance had exceeded all expectations. “Cam and I are supposed to be at brunch in a half hour, and he’s still out cold.”    “­Drooling?” ­Shelby asked.    “­Snoring,” I admitted.    Her laugh was less affectionate than mine. The lake house decor was ­high-​­dollar rustic. The quarter-back, ­Blake ­Klein, is one of Cam’s closest pals, and it’s ­Blake’s family’s second house. Not a trailer or hunting ­cabin —​­ ​­we’re talking steam room, a ­Sub-​­Zero refrigerator, and a motorboat in the detached garage. (It’s not so much on the lake as near the lake.)    I didn’t doubt that they had a maid service, too, but Mama raised me to be a considerate guest. ­Besides, having ventured into the family room, I was mindful of how whatever w