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“My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.”

Quote by Jandy Nelson

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The Sky Is Everywhere

In this poignant coming-of-age novel, a young girl grapples with the profound loss of her mother while navigating the complexities of high school and the onset of first love. The story delves into themes of grief, identity, and the search for belonging, offering a vivid portrayal of the emotional journey of a young woman coming to terms with her own mortality and the world around her. more

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Jandy Nelson
Jandy Nelson

Jandy Nelson is an American writer known for her young adult literature, which often delves into the emotional and identity struggles of adolescence, resonating with readers across generations. more

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