A name represents so many things for different people; it can represent a person’s cultural background, a person’s characteristics and even the identity of a person. When you address someone by their name you care more, and you are essentially telling that person, I respect you and your differences.
The Sky is Everywhere
By Jandy Nelson
Dial Books, 2010
Meet Lennie, a seventeen-year-old geeky clarinet player, bookworm, and secret poet who would rather climb trees and read Wuthering Heights over and over again than make any attempt at flirting with boys. Lennie has always lived quietly and comfortably in the shadow of her older sister and best friend, Bailey. But when Bailey dies suddenly, Lennie’s happy world quickly unravels. Left without a best friend to comfort her through this traumatic loss, Lennie seeks solace in Bailey’s fiancé, Toby, whose bottomless grief parallels her own. Enter Joe, the heartthrob new boy and musician who sees in Lennie more than she has ever seen in herself. While Lennie is left to navigate the complications of being thrust into an abrupt love triangle, she is also left struggling “to fend off the oceanic sadness” of losing her sister. “It’s such a colossal effort not be haunted by what’s lost, but to be enchanted by what was.” These words, I feel, encompass what it truly means to be left with an overwhelming void in one’s life. Nelson’s book is a touching portrait of anguish, anger, first love, and finding oneself amidst the chaotic backdrop of grief. Poignant, poetic, heartfelt, and funny, often in the same paragraph, I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a deep, emotional rollercoaster of a novel.