"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’re not dead but you’re gone and that’s almost the same as dead. You were a good dad. You taught me how to fight, mostly just self-defense, you taught me how to make a wooden spoon, you taught me how to play soccer, you taught me how to use a bike, you taught me how to climb trees, you taught me how to fish even though I didn’t like it. Somewhere along the road, you stopped being my dad. I know that you and mom’s divorce was tough and you were unhappy for a long time – and maybe you’re still unhappy but I’m your child and I can never stop being your child, which leaves me very confused because how come you can stop being my dad when I can’t stop being your child? It makes me sad that I have to walk up the aisle someday not knowing whether you’ll be there.. Whether I want you there. We are now strangers to each other and I feel sick to my stomach when I visit your house once every sixth month. I know it’s wrong. It’s wrong of me to visit you that rarely, it’s wrong of me to feel that way ... Read more

Tu n’es pas morte mais tu as écris un livre qui m’a touché au plus profond de mon âme. Tu as une écriture exceptionnelle, tu as su rendre vivants des personnages qui sont devenus mes amis. J’ai adoré la poésie avec laquelle tu as écris. Je suis fan, vraiment. J’espère que tu vas publier un nouveau roman tout aussi génial et prenant que celui-ci. En tout cas, je tiens à te dire, qu’ici en France, ton livre est très apprécié malgré des avis négatifs. Car oui, “Love Letters To The Dead”, soit on aime, soit on aime pas. La moyenne sur Livraddict est de 16,5, ce qui est très bien. Moi, je t’ai mis 30/20 ^^ La façon d’écrire un livre sous forme de lettres à des morts a déjà été vu, mais toi tu as su l’innover. Et c’est ce qu’y m’a plu. Ta plume. Tes personnages. Ton originalité. Ta poésie. THANK YOU FOR THIS MOMENT. I LOVED YOUR BOOK. I READ HIM TWO MONTHS AGO BUT YOUR GREAT BOOK WILL STAY FOREVER IN MY MINDS.

J’ai un blog de lecture, adolisant.wordpress.com et j’ai fais une chronique sur ton magnifique livre qui m’a bouleversée. Cette chronique sous forme de lettre est ici ... Read more

I’ve done horrible things. I’ve made friends, online, friends who helped me through the bad and through everything else. I’ve gotten in trouble for having those friends, and the only thing I could think of doing was telling them I was dead, because really, that’s all I had wanted, and still want to be.

Every time I think about what I had told them, I sneak to the computer and log onto a secrete account and sit there for hours, debating whether I should tell them the truth or not. When I do go to type, I read something they said. They said that I was a wonderful person they wish wasn’t dead, and they wish was alive and talking to them. When I read that I begin to have an Anxiety attack… I don’t know how to control them… all I know is that the only way to stop them is to tell those people the truth, and if I do that, they will hate me… They will wish I was really dead.

If you’re reading this, you may think that I’m idiotic, and stupid, and I agree. I don’t know what to do… Please help.

I’m… I’m…so…so…sooo… I can’t write it..

I miss you a lot, a lot is actually an understatement because I miss you more than anything I feel like a part of me has gone away and it’s difficult for me to be myself anymore What hurts the most is just when I started opening up to you more you were gone away It’s difficult to go on but I promise I will be a person that makes you proud where ever you are I love you a lot

I don’t know where you are right now. Probably you aren’t even in Heaven. I don’t know. You were my closest friend when we were children. And I miss you. I bet if you saw me now you wouldn’t recognize me. You wouldn’t realize that the girl with dead eyes and chapped lips and blue hands was the girl you used to whisper words of love to. It’s okay I wouldn’t have recognized me either.

If you saw the scars tainted on my thighs when I was 12, those were for you. Those marks were for you because I loved you so fucking much and you were just gone. You left and I’m still here. Maybe I’ll join you one day. Maybe not. But oh God, Micheal do I miss you.

I miss your laugh and the way that eyebrows would scrunch at me. And the way your eyes would light up upon seeing me.

I miss the way you held my hand and told me that it’ll all be alright the most.

I never met you.

I did know your younger sister.

She was one of the nicest people in our class. When I found out you died the way you did I felt horrible. All I could think of is the fact that I could of been you a few years before. But there I was. Socially awkward, no really accepted at school or home, and with so much self hate it could drive anyone else to where you where then and where I was those years ago…

I remember seeing your picture on that little funeral pamphlet they give out at those kinds of things. You were really pretty. You looked like you were gonna go places. Like one day you’d meet a man who loved you until the stars fell and you two would have many children, and you would have a while picket fenced house away from Chicago where the air is fresh and the scenery is green

Your sister is doing good. She misses you. But she’s around a ton a people who love and care for her so so much.

Something I sorta wish I had. Things are sorta good now I have a friend who makes everything better. ... Read more

I just want to say that we miss you. Somewhere, someone misses you. You are loved. You are remembered. You made a difference.

I cannot tell you how much you have been a blessing in my life. Thank you for everything you’ve provided me with: pleasure, reassurance, escape, love. I spend all my time in you, reading different stories and tales. I cannot describe the feeling of being able to experience a life of another human being. It’s incredible and magical together. Books, you are my everything.

See, I made friends in this place where you were born. I haven’t gotten the chance to introduce one to you. You left too soon as we moved here. I didn’t get the chance for you to know that I love to be a writer someday, that I even have a partner now in writing. I started chatting with her in my junior days in HS up until now, we’re connected. Dad, you should have met her. I’m sorry I didn’t take what you want me to get a degree with. I just don’t want it. I love you to my writings.

After I finished reading, “Love Letters To The Dead” I thought about which dead person I would love to write a love letter to. Most people would have guessed, and they’ll be right. I wanted to write a love letter to you, because you are one of my favorite artist of all time but sadly you died 10 years before I was even born.

I never had the chance to share Earth with you, but your legacy lived enough for me to meet you through your music. I met you when I first listened to “The Beatles” when I was 14 yrs old, after that my music life changed. I knew then that I would never love or admire no one better than your band. You weren’t the best singer of The Beatles, but the feeling you used to put in your voice and the presence you had made me like you the most. Your solo career was very succesful too. I keep an album of your best solo albums songs and I relate to many of them.Your music made me forget bad situations and change my whole mood when I am angry.

A lot of people hate you ... Read more