"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

I’ve been writing you a journal of letters, and when I read that book it made me feel less crazy for doing so. I don’t really know how to feel anymore, Andrew. I’m so sad and angry and numb all at the same time, not to mention scared. It’s been two weeks without you, almost 3. I love you, Andrew. Even if wasn’t enough to make you stay, you were my Big Brother. I hope you’ve found your happiness, and I hope you’ll help me find mine. You still owe me a dance, Brother. I promise I’ll always save you one, even if I look like a freak for dancing with an invisible partner. I promise to take good care of your jacket. I promise to text a friend if I want to hurt myself, since I can no longer text you. Most of all, I promise that you will always be my Big Brother.