There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you.
Jandy NelsonThe first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.
Jandy NelsonLifeโs a freaking messโฆ thereโs not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. Itโs all a beautiful calamitous mess.
Jandy NelsonWhat kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?
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 Nelson