"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 am your sister, flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood, or maybe I was. I could ask you many things, but actually I know the answers. You’ve gone. You’ve gone and I just have to deal with it. I’ve been trying for years, but I can’t, ok? When we were kids we talked, don’t know, walking to school, and people turned their head to watch us, bacause we were so bright. Together we were a powerful, bright flame, and I am feeling like – I’m going to, forever – I’m feeling like ash. I want to be alive. I want to grow up and stop being so stupid, a silly crying little girl, and I’m trying with all my forces to do so, but the memory of you hits me and I fall. Every damned time. You said you won’t leave me. You said we’ll be together forever, did you remember? Oh so much hypocrit to say, I also said a lot of things, but it’s like if I don’t throw away the memories I remain like this forever, and if I do I feel empty. It has no sense. I don’t want to be a weight for people. If I travel through the ... Read more

You’ve been gone almost 9 years now. There is so much you have missed. I graduated college like I promised. I still work at the job you initially helpedal me get and have been promoted twice. I am now a Director. I think all the time that I wouldn’t have that good fortune without you. I bought a house on my own. You would have loved it. I met a man who takes care of me and does thoughtful little acts for me like only you have ever done. I married this man and he is a wonderful husband to me. I wish you could have walked me down the aisle but you know my brother did it proudly and filled with honor in your place. I did not have a father daughterm dance of any kind despite my mom’s persistence. No man could ever replace you, it wouldn’t have felt right. The absence of that dance was a nod to the hole your death has left in our lives. I also never changed my last name just like I also promised you the night you died. I made ... Read more

When you left this world I as shocked I didn’t want to say anything I can’t say anything, I was shocked I was at school hanging in the cafeteria with my friends and laughing, I was texting my gradmother they she texted me you died I was there shocked and star Ted blurting things out how your three children and your wife, I didn’t think about you too much that day and I came home my grandma kept telling me your dead and I don’t want to know that, you were my dads best friend you go out for drinks a lot he would always visit you and drink even though my dad less spend time with me it was ok he never probably drink that much in Singapore , I knew he was working for me so this is his happiness to drink with you and other people. My father also don’t like you being away, I feel he can’t accept it the last time he said you was in January you guys were drinking and it was my grandfathers 60th birthday there is a photo my aunt took of you you look happy drinking with your pals. The ... Read more

Hi Grandpa. I’m finally 17. Grandpa, life is getting harder and harder everyday. I don’t know how am I coping with my life. School is getting tougher everyday. I don’t even have one day for a break. I’m so busy everyday with school. I don’t know if I chose the right choice, grandpa. I hope I did. I feel like God is testing my capabilities nowadays. I have to be so mentally strong nowdays. It is so hard to stay strong. School is making me stressed up, but I’m still trying my best. Sometimes, I wish you were here so I can rant my problems to you. But it’s okay, I understand, God loves you more than I do. But seeing my condition and effort being put in now, you will be proud of me right, grandpa? I know you will. I can imagine your smile. Okay, that’s all for now. Everyone misses you, grandpa. I miss you too, a lot. Take good care of grandma and yourself okay? I love you.

HELLO, a friend of mine doesn´t think Allan Lane is important enough to be on a book of famous and important death people which I think is because she is a little obsessed with Kurt Cobain and that´s why she gives more importance to him. Anyway I enjoyed your book, the only thing I don´t really like is the fact that the protagonist spends half of the book crying or thinking about how good her sister was letting her with FUCKING pederasts or how she didn´t treat her right and tried to make it up by playing fairies with her… Anyway there is some good stuff in your book. I´m waiting for another novel of yours, to read another sweet story and find a main character who is not an USELESS CRYBABY . Natalie, Tristan, Kristen and Hannah are REALLY cool/cute characters

I think that your book is AWFUL.

I miss you. I remember when you died, that night I was in fourth grade. You had had a heart attack upstairs in your room at our old house. I was scared in my bed. I regret not praying. I blamed myself for a long time for that. I thought it was my fault that you’re dead, but it’s not. It was your time to leave. You didn’t suffer I hope.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been gone. I’m in my last year of middle school. I never told you, but I was accepted into my dream school for the spanish immersion program for high school. I’m gonna be an interpreter and a missionary. I’m going to tell people about Jesus in every language and country I can. I hope you’re proud of me. I’ve come a long way. I’ve grown up a lot. There’s a boy now. We aren’t together, but you can tell there’s something between us. He has red hair and sky blue eyes. He’s sweet to me. And funny. He also fights ... Read more

I wanted to write this in a long time, but something kept me from it.Probably the thinking that writing this won’t matter, because you can’t see it.That’s probably true, no matter what other say to console me, it is how it is.Yet, I’m probably writing it to feel better my self, selfishly.I still blame my self, for what happened that day, because it is my fault, and will be.But blaming my self won’t bring you back, will it?You didn’t deserve it, that’s for sure.There were many others that are gone, that didn’t deserve anything similar either, but I’m not the one who decides.If I did, I believe it would be better.What do I know, and what am I saying when I couldn’t have kept you safe? In any kind of way, I hope you knew it, what I felt.And that you knew everything that you have ment for me, and others as well.You will never be forgotten, but you will always be missed.So long, old friend.

Hi my real name is laurel knighten to but, most people call me lolo. I to am having.the same or almost the same experiences in life in a freshmen and im not lying i really am. I go to frenship highschool and though i transferred here in the middle of.the year its kinda the same. If Catherine hardwickes made a movie from this book i would like ti be in it not because.i think im better but.just because.i really connected with the character in the.book.I live in lubbock Texas yea

I miss you a lot. I miss the time we spent together, all those times we played together, when you were lying on my shoulder and looking what I am writing. No person have as big heart as you had. You were always optimistic, in good mood… I bet if you could have been able to do so, you would smile. I cannot mention your name or think of you and not to cry.. I regret the only time… When you felt bad and was slowly dying, I was afraid. I sit next to your cage and look at you as you are fighting.. But I was too afraid to touch you.. I was silly. But I am glad I was there at least with you. I feel bad I did not hear it at night, that I did not know you started to cough and breathe badly.. But I am glad I was there with you in the morning. You were always big fighter. I fought till the end. As a big hero. You always were my little here.. You seemed to be better.. But then, another morning, you was cold.. I hope you were glad I stayed with ... Read more