The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.
Jandy NelsonYears ago, I was crashed in gramโs garden and Big asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking up at the sky. He said, โThatโs a misconception, Lennie, the sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
Jandy NelsonOr maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe weโre accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.
Jandy NelsonBut then I think about my sister and what a shell-less turtle she was and how she wanted me to be one too. C'mon, Lennie, she used to say to me at least ten times a day. C'mon Len. And that makes me feel better, like it's her life rather than her death that is now teaching me how to be, who to be.
Jandy Nelson