The 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 NelsonI always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?
Jandy NelsonPeople die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
Jandy NelsonThis is the secret I kept from you, Bails, from myself too: I think I liked that Mom was gone, that she could be anybody, anywhere, doing anything. I liked that she was our invention, a woman living on the last page of the story with only what we imagined spread out before her. I liked that she was ours, alone.
Jandy Nelson