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About Fierce As The Wind
Product Description Heartbreak pushes one Hawaiian girl to find her strongest self in this authentic and emotional story of personal transformation that's perfect for fans of The Running Dream. When Miho's boyfriend breaks up with her without warning, all she can see is red--the color of blinding fury and pain, and the color of the fire she sets in an oil drum on the beach, burning every scrap of their memories. It's spring of senior year in Oahu, and while her friends are getting ready for college, Miho's deep in her misery, delivering pizzas on her bike. But then inspiration strikes: she'll do a triathlon. The training is brutal for a girl who has never even run a mile--though she can bike and swim. With the constant support of her friends and her dad, Miho digs deep to find just how fierce her determination is and how many obstacles she can overcome. Acclaimed author Tara Wilson Redd explores the intersections of race and class, and heartbreak and hope, with authentic honesty. Review Praise for Fierce as the Wind “A powerful coming-of-age story full of grit.” — Kirkus Reviews "Redd hones each facet to near perfection." — The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books "Miho and her friends navigate privilege, identity, and institutional inequality. These are complex topics, but the main focus is the characters’ goal of loving and supporting a friend." —SLJ “I cheered with Miho with every thrilling mile through the streets and surf of Oahu. What a glorious ride!” —Sarah Deming, author of Gravity “Tara Wilson Redd’s quick writing style and rich imagery make for an immersive literary getaway that kept me racing through the pages. Strong-willed Miho takes us on an intimate ride around her island hometown as she navigates the flotsam of a broken heart, triathalon training, and adolescence itself.” —Josh Sundquist, author of We Should Hang Out Sometime “Lessons found in sport: life doesn’t follow a plan, success is achieved through team, a new beginning is often painful. Miho discovers, as I did, that hard work and innovation pave the path to victory in both life and athletics.” —Gwen Jorgensen, 2016 Olympic Gold Medalist, 2014 and 2015 World Champion triathlete About the Author TARA WILSON REDD, a graduate of Reed College, grew up all over the United States, including in St. Louis, Seattle, and Central Oregon. A lifelong runner, she finally caught the triathlon bug and completed her first Ironman in 2019. She lives in Washington, DC, where she works in libraries (when she's not on her bike). The Museum of Us was her first novel. Visit her online at tarawilsonredd.com and on Instagram and Twitter (@tarawilsonredd). Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. chapter one I am racing. The wind sings in my ears and burns my tearstained cheeks as I fly down the hill on my bike. The sky is starless, moonless, empty. My headlight cuts a yellow circle out of the night ahead of me, just enough to find my way. There’s a part of my brain that talks when I bike this hard, while the rest of my mind is perfectly still. Tonight, it wants me to notice the palm trees and the brush as my headlight passes over them. Even though I am blinded by rage, I see Van Gogh’s rolling cypress trees in the scraggly branches. The voice remembers how Van Gogh’s ink sketches of those trees look like towering bonfires. The voice sees so much beauty in the world. But as I skid to a stop, it goes silent. I’m here. I steer straight into the bushes, cutting up my legs. I bunny hop my bike over roots until I’m hidden in the trees. The ground gets sandier, less stable, with fallen branches and trash all over. Even though I’m fighting as hard as I can, my front wheel finally gets caught in a rut too deep to push through, and the bike starts to fall sideways. I jump off before I go down with it. I find a sturdy-looking tree trunk and chain up my bike. I take off my helmet, hang it on the handlebars. I unstrap my pillowcase full
