"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

You’ve been dead now for 7 years. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. We don’t talk about you much, but I wish I could bring you up without feeling like I made someone sad. I wish I knew your favorite things. Like, your favorite color, favorite food, favorite song. Just something that could belong to a memory of you. Something that could belong to only you. Well, I hope your happy, wherever you are. I miss you very much. I love you to the moon and back.

You are not dead, so it`s actually not right to write a love letter to you, but at least your book isn`t a living object… I love, love, love your book!! It is full of emotions and life and sadness (well that IS an emotion…) and I weren`t able to stop reading. I read the whole book at the way home from holidays at the German North Sea although I always get sick when I read books in a driving car. The story is terrible beautiful, soft and real. I don`t know many similars (I love reading). I already read some books in which the protagonist`s sibling/ parent etc. died and many of them weren`t as close to the real feelings of people who lost somone as yours. I want to be a book-author, too (when I am grown-up, I`m 15) and I want to write as good as you do… (Sorry for my more or less terrible English –> I am from Germany :)) I don`t know you, but I think it ist nice to know what people love about your book…

We entire family love you miss u and wish u could communicate with us atleast once want to know where you are and are you happy

I’ve never met you! I wish I did. Mom always begins to cry when we talk about you, which makes Lena and me as unhappy as she is. She always tells us what a gret father you were to her, that you would’ve been a perfect grandfather for us and for our cousins.

I wish I could see you soon, but wouldn’t that mean that I have to die and go to heaven? Then maybe it would be better to say, I hope I see you in 70 years! 😉

I love you! <3

I know that you have not been anywhere that lacks zip code but I want you to know that your book influenced me a lot and, although I have not lost anyone, I know what it is to love your older sister more than anything in the world and I know the feeling of sadness you describe in the book. Thank you for bringing the book to us, your readers, and fill our souls with so much joy. Sincerely, Ana Paula Dircio PS. Forgive the horrible English, I speak Spanish.

you left us about 3 years. we miss you so much, i just wanna see you in my dream. Even if it’s just a dream i already feel happy. Grandpa, we want to back.

Im sorry i cannot be the person you want me to be.

I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here and I could talk to you. Mom says you were good, you were quiet, we were so alike. I don’t know. You were so young, and you didn’t deserve it. I just want you to know, you were loved and you still are loved. Say Hi for me to everybody up there.

Nothing you would notice from looking at us is gone. We still talk, we still laugh, we still have inside jokes, we still listen to music, you still get annoyed at me for not liking Green Day. A bystander wouldn’t know that everything that matters is gone. H and the others still think we’re close.

But something changed. I don’t wait for you before choosing my seat in class anymore. You sit with Y, or with C. You tell them things you don’t tell me. You don’t talk to me every evening anymore. I don’t feel like I could tell you anything anymore. I don’t feel like I’m walking on sunshine whenever I talk to you anymore. Sometimes, I don’t even notice when you’re absent from school until somebody points it out.

You and A might think that it’s because we ratted each other out when we both screwed up. But it was before then. It started when I would sit on the far side of the table because you were more likely to sit next to me and you would sit with C and Q even if you had to pull up a chair and sit at the end of ... Read more

I grew up believing that I was an only child and was lonely because of it. I had our cousins but it just was not the same. I always have been envious of people with their siblings; them playing outside together and just having that bond that only siblings can have. I will never have nieces and nephews or someone to help me when our parents become ill. My children will never have aunts or uncles. And the worst part is, I will be alone after Mom and Dad die. I know this all sounds depressing and it wasn’t your fault that this all happened but I think of it all the time. I can remember Mom being depressed and she came crying to me one night while I was in bed and telling me that she needed to go to the ER. But I didn’t know why she had to go. When I got older, I found out about you three; that you all had died before you could be born and it saddened me. (It still does) I am the only child that survived for Mom and Dad and I am really trying to make them proud ... Read more