I found a recommendation for this book on a blog, and it percolated in the back of my mind until I decided to act on it and actually read the book. Unfortunately, I cannot find the blog where I picked up the recommendation, which is disappointing, but alas! These things happen.
It begins as an assignment for English class: Write a letter to a dead person.
Laurel chooses Kurt Cobain because her sister, May, loved him. And he died young, just like May. Soon, Laurel has a notebook full of letters to the dead—to people like Janis Joplin, Heath Ledger, Amelia Earhart, and Amy Winehouse—though she never gives a single one of them to her teacher. She writes about starting high school, navigating the choppy waters of new friendships, learning to live with her splintering family, falling in love for the first time, and, most important, trying to grieve for May. But how do you mourn for someone you haven’t forgiven?
It’s not until Laurel has written the truth about what happened to herself that she can finally accept what happened to May. And only when Laurel has begun to see her sister as the person she was—lovely and amazing and deeply flawed—can she truly start to discover her own path.
In a voice that’s as lyrical and as true as a favorite song, Ava Dellaira writes about one girl’s journey through life’s challenges with a haunting and often heartbreaking beauty.
I don’t know what it was about this book – at times it was beautiful, and heartbreaking, as you saw one young girl try to deal with something no child should ever have to endure – the death of her sister and the grieving which followed. It read, at times, like the best of Sarah Dessen’s novels, and for that, I would happily give it a good rating.
The issue with this book, however, was that it was utterly forgettable. A few months on, I’ve lost most of the major plot details and I don’t retain any of the feelings which the book evoked. Even the relationship between sisters, which for me is normally an instant thumbs up, was nothing to really write home about.
I thought this book had a lot of potential, and perhaps for someone who has gone through something similar to the narrator, it would resonate more, but for me this book was one of many gentle, friendly books this year, and doesn’t do anything to distinguish itself from the pack.
Nothing to complain about here, but nothing to rave about either.