No one ever said life was easy. But Ponyboy is pretty sure that he’s got things figured out. He knows that he can count on his brothers, Darry and Sodapop. And he knows that he can count on his friends—true friends who would do anything for him, like Johnny and Two-Bit. But not on much else besides trouble with the Socs, a vicious gang of rich kids whose idea of a good time is beating up on “greasers” like Ponyboy. At least he knows what to expect—until the night someone takes things too far.
The Outsiders is a dramatic and enduring work of fiction that laid the groundwork for the YA genre. S. E. Hinton’s classic story of a boy who finds himself on the outskirts of regular society remains as powerful today as it was the day it was first published.
This is the first novel I ever read more than once. To date, I think I’ve read The Outsiders four times. Unlike many others, I found the movie to be a disappointment. I read the book multiple times before the film adaptation made it to the big screen. The story remained in tact, sure, but the actors portraying the characters resembled little of the images my mind conjured. These were young Hollywood pretty boys up on the screen. In my mind, these were boys with scars on their faces, the rough life etched into their pores.
The book itself is a fantastic story. Sure, this is a YA novel, but anybody can enjoy the tale S. E. Hinton has woven. If all you know of this book is the movie, you really need to grab a copy and discover one of the great stories that transcends generations and eras. At 180 pages, it’s a great way to kill a few hours.
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