"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Dear Ava Dellaira
  I just read your book and decided to write this letter, I know you are not dead but didin’t want to write only for those who have died. I’ve never been able to keep a journal and I think maybe the letters are a good way to keep one.
  I read your book in two days, and I can not stop thinking that you are the person who came closest to know the real me. Of course I know you even know that I exist, but the way you wrote love letters to the Dead, it seem like you had written to me or as if I myself had written. I never thought there would be someone able to understand what I feel or think, or who I am. But I identified deeply with Laurel and somehow with May , nothing horrible happened to me as happened to Laurel, but also my parents split up, he abandoned her, actually almost killed her. I hate him deeply.
 I’m not good at expressing my feelings, never was. Writing is the only way I found to express myself, to be who I really am. I never said that to anyone. I know you will not read this letter but i really feel that someone else will.
 Finally I just wanted to say thank you, you gave me what I needed most, hope. Hope that I can find someone who understands me, that I can become a better person, I can live my life, all is not lost. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
 With love,
        Gabriella