I finished Love Letters to the Dead by Ava Dellaira on a plane. Not a good idea. Tears were streaming down my
face as I sobbed out loud through the last pages of this young adult
novel. My fellow passengers at the start
of a nine-hour flight to London thought I was demented and kept their distance
from me the remainder of the long trip. Actually, now that I think about it
that was not such a bad thing. So Love
Letters to the Dead not only moved me, but also saved me … in a way. No one disturbed me with mindless chatter for
the entire flight.
The “letters” started as an English class assignment in the
protagonist’s new high school. Students were assigned to write a letter to
someone who had died – it didn’t have to be someone they knew personally. Laurel wrote hers to Kurt Cobain. She talked
to him about her older sister, May, who was gone. Laurel had moved to a
different high school, away from everyone that had known May. She was a
freshman. She didn't turn in that letter to Kurt Cobain, but she continued to
write more letters. She not only wrote to Kurt Cobain. She also wrote to Judy
Garland, Amelia Earhart, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Amy Winehouse, Heath
Ledger, E.E. Cummings, and others. Her
older sister had been her idol, perfect in her eyes. During the course of
the school year and the letters, Laurel comes to understand more about her
sister and heal from the loss of her only sibling.
The book uses a wonderful framework as the writer explores
the lives of people who died young. It also shows a teenage girl learning how
to live in the world. At one point Laurel writes, “…maybe what growing up
really means is knowing that you don’t have to just be a character, going
whichever way the story says. It's knowing you can be the author instead.” The book is engaging and emotional. Like I
said earlier, it made me cry. Hard. The book would make a great movie, and has
already been optioned for film. So read it before the movie comes out!
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