Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira.
If you’re the kind of bibliophile who’s hung up on letters and punk rock, I think this book might enlighten you. I don’t mean to be some sort of a spoiler so I would try to not type too much details and just let out my feels a bit.
It started with writing to the dead through a notebook and a pen. Telling how you feel about them like they’re still alive but feeling extremely upset about them disappearing not knowing about the life after they were gone. It cuts deep and it reveals a dark past locked up inside you that you need to freed. Nirvana.
Everyone has a part of themselves where they need to be saved from, by themselves alone. Like they needed such change. I might thought about quoting Mahatma Gandhi which once said, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”
While locking my eyes at the pages and letters and words of the book, I felt like it was the only thing that made sense at that moment. You’d learn the worst and best things that could happen in reality, mostly and would let your mind drift into thousands of questions and would make you overthink. One of the things that I love about it is it was poetic and it has a good music taste. (Spoiler warning, bleep bleep)
The whole entire thing had my heart shot repeatedly. I was trying so hard not to cry while reading it. But when it ended, it brought back pieces together and it was wonderful, perfect. The author is genius. I’m glad to say this was written already on my mental ‘Best-books-ever-written-forever’ list.
Now, cat has to get my tongue before I tell all. Oh, and this is my favorite part from the book,
“You think you know someone, but that person always changes, and you keep changing too. I understood it suddenly, how that’s being alive means. Our own invisible plates shifting inside of our bodies, beginning to align into the people we are going to become.