Escenas y Diálogos (6): Love Letters to the Dead 2

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 When we pulled up outside my house, I asked, “Do you think I'm too messed up?”
 “For what?” Sky replied.
 “For you.”
 “No.”

 He said it in my ear, for the second time ever. “I love you.” He said it hard, like he meant it, and like maybe it hurt.

 I kept my eyes glued upward, watching the stars start to eat the sky alive.

 Hannah said, “I mean, words can't be good enough for a lot of things. But, you know, I guess we have to try.”

 I loved him still and hated him all at once.

 And eventually you got more roles, better ones, and you became the kind of grownup that made growing up seem okay, like you don't have to lose your spirit in order to get older.

 The words fell out of my mouth before I could think about it. “Nothing is worse than when someone who's supposed to love you just leaves.”

 “You don't hate me?”
 “No.”
 “You're not scared of me?”
 “No. I just want you to know that you don't have to let that stuff happen to you anymore.”

 “What? He hit you?” Hannah nodded. “Yeah. It's okay. I mean, I'm okay.”
 “It's not okay. I hate him. I hate him so much. I hate anyone who hurts you. I love you.”

 “I know you're pissed off at the world,” Hannah said, “but you can't just go around yelling and being a jerk. And you can't take it out on me anymore.”

 (...) but because she wanted to protect me, and suddenly, I felt thankful that she cared that much. “That's really nice, Aunt Amy, but don't you think everyone has to go through stuff?”

 “But I don't want you to think... I mean, the way I felt about you, I've never felt that way about a girl before. Not your sister or anyone.”

 Maybe May needed me as much as I needed her. She needed the way I saw her, the way I loved her.

 But really, we all just have these blood and guts inside of us. And as much as I was hiding from him, I guess part of me also always wanted Sky to see into me–to know the things that I was too scared to tell him. But we aren't transparent. If we want someone to know us, we have to tell them stuff.

 You think you know someone, but that person always changes, and you keep changing, too.

 I guess when you lose someone, sometimes it feels like you are the only one. But I'm not.

 “There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language,” she said. “That's one of the reasons that we have poetry.” She smiled.

 He looked as beautiful as he did the first day I saw him, but more than that even, because now I knew him.

 He took my face in his hands, and it was a different kiss than it's ever been. I didn't feel like a light that he was crowding toward anymore, like a street lamp, or even like a moon. I felt like we both had the sun inside of us.

 I can't describe how it felt, being there right then, so close together, on the edge between who we were and who we wanted to be.

Escenas y Diálogos (6): Love Letters to the Dead 1

¡Hola! El día de hoy, he decidido traerles frases de un libro que a mí me encantó y en el cual encontré muchísimas frases lindas. Por este motivo, haré dos partes de Escenas y Diálogos de Love Letters to the Dead.
Por cierto, quise dejar las frases en inglés porque comencé a traducirlas y no me gustaron nada.
Espero que les gusten y las disfruten.

Sección que creó el blog Paradise Of Words, que consiste en escribir las escenas y diálogos que te gustaron de un libro que leíste.
       * Esta sección puede tener spoilers *

  There are some things that I can’t tell anyone, except the people who aren’t here anymore.

  We were all on our own islands.

 It felt like fireflies lighting under my skin. The thing is, when I looked back up, Sky was still looking. His eyes were like your voice –keys to a place in me  that could burst open.

  I am looking out the window now in her cold house, from under the rose quilt, to find the first star.

  “Because of love, of course. The more you love something, the hardest it is to lose.”

 I raised up my hand before I could even think about it. “I think it’s like when you lose something so close to you, it’s like losing yourself. That’s why at the end, it’s hard for her to write even. She can hardly remember how. Because she barely knows what she is anymore.”

 I know May’s dead. I mean, I know it in my head, but it doesn’t seem real. I still feel link she’s here, with me somehow.

  I forgot to be scared. I was thinking about how each one of them, so small from high up, was like their own island, with secret forests and hidden thoughts.

  “Ok,” Sky said. “Maybe I’ll se you around.”

I nodded and walked away, my heart pounding. I told myself not to turn around. But I did. And his eyes were still on me. I felt something spark –the mystery of what he saw when he looked at me.

  But life isn’t like that. You can’t be sure how it’s going to come out, even if you do everything right.

  Mom would say that the waves sound better than trains at night and better than rain and better than a crackling fire.

  So now, this is going to be my first dance. With Evan Friedman and his jagged red heart. It was supposed to be Sky.

  I think it reminds her of when the world seemed safe.

  He was quiet for another momento. “I guess I sort of want to be a writer now.” He glanced at me. “But it’s not like I’ve ever written anything. And that’s not something I tell most people.”

  He reached out and took my face in his hands. “You’re beauiful,” he whispered. I closed my eyes and let him pull me in. It was a perfect first kiss, like a gust of wind that swept through me, taking my breath away and letting me breathe again all at once. A kiss to come alive in.

  And your poem is like that, too. You died almost two hundred years ago, when you were only twenty-five. But the words that you left are still alive.

  I think a lot of people want to be someone, but we are scared that if we try, we won’t be as good as everyone imagined we could be.

  I was thinking about that, how high a balloon could fly before it popped, and what would look like from there.

  “Let me tell you something, Buttercrup,” he said. “There are two most important things in the world –being in danger, and being saved.”

  “Why do you think that’s the most profound thing for a person? It’s both at once. When we’re in love, we are both completely in danger and completely saved.”

 When he said that, it made sudden sense. “Thank you,” I said.

Opinión personal #20: Love Letters to the Dead

♥ Titulo: Love Letters to the Dead

♥ Autor: Ava Dellaira  
♥ Editorial: Farrar, Straus and Giroux  
♥ Páginas: 323  
♥ Formato: Tapa dura con sobrecubierta

Comienza como una tarea para la clase de Inglés: escribe una carta a una persona muerta. Laurel elige Kurt Cobain porque su hermana, May, lo amaba. Y murió joven, al igual que May. Pronto, Laurel tiene un cuaderno lleno de cartas a gente como Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Amelia Earhart, Heath Ledger, y más; a pesar de que nunca se da una sola de ellas a su maestra. Ella escribe sobre el inicio de la escuela secundaria, la navegación por las nuevas amistades, enamorarse por primera vez, aprender a vivir con su familia dividida. Y, por último, sobre el abuso que sufrió mientras May se suponía que estaba cuidando de ella. Sólo entonces, una vez que Laurel ha escrito la verdad sobre lo que pasó con ella, puede realmente comenzar a aceptar lo que le pasó a May. Y sólo cuando Laurel ha comenzado a ver a su hermana como la persona que era; encantadora y sorprendente y profundamente defectuosa, puede comenzar a descubrir su propio camino.

Desde que supe de la existencia de este libro, me dieron ganas de leerlo.
Lo pedí por Amazon y se demoró aproximadamente un mes en llegar, por lo que cuando lo recibí estaba muy feliz. Apenas lo tuve en mis manos, lo abrí y comencé a hojearlo. En ese momento me di cuenta de que el libro eran solo cartas; no capítulos. Se me quitaron las ganas de leerlo porque pensé que sería muy aburrido. Ahora sé que me equivoqué.
Finalmente, me decidí a leerlo cuando me enteré de que lo estaban traduciendo a español. Pensé que cuando se publicara, se haría muy popular y quise leerlo antes de que esto pasara.
Tengo muchas cosas que decir sobre este libro...

Si leen mis reseñas, se pueden dar cuenta de que nunca hablo sobre qué tratan los libros, no digo nada de lo que ocurre en él. Sin embargo, en esta ocasión siento que es necesario contarles un poco sobre qué se trata, pero obviamente no les pondré spoilers.
La historia trata sobre Laurel, a quien su profesora le asigna la tarea de escribir una carta a una persona que esté muerta. Luego de poco tiempo, escribir cartas a muertos y que, Laurel los considera sus ídolos, se vuelve una costumbre. Ella les escribe sobre lo que le ocurre y como se siente.
No quiero contar mucho sobre la historia, pero el punto es que han pasado unos cuantos meses desde que a nuestra protagonista se le muere su hermana. Obviamente, no ha sido capaz de superarlo y se siente culpable.
May era el modelo a seguir de Laurel y ahora, ella siente un gran vacío. Además de la muerte de su hermana, su madre se fue a vivir a otro lado y su padre (y también la relación que tiene con él), no es el mismo de antes.
 

 “Yeah,” he said. “It wasn’t fair what happened to her. A lot of things aren’t. I guess we can either be angry about it forever or else we just have to try to make things better with what we have now.”

Love Letters to the Dead me impresionó mucho. A pesar de que todo el libro sean solo cartas, no se me hizo aburrido en ningún momento.
Es muy rápido de leer, tiene un inglés muy básico y tiene una historia que me ha gustado mucho. Es de esos libros que son realistas y tristes, del tipo que me encantan.

Como recién comencé a leer en inglés este año, es el libro más largo que he leído en este idioma y me demoré solo dos semanas en terminarlo, teniendo en cuenta que en ese momento estaba leyendo dos libros más.

Debo destacar la escritura de Ava Dellaira. Las palabras y frases eran maravillosas; me sentía como si hubiese estado leyendo un poema.

  (…) and for a moment we forgot about everything that’s hard and just let ourselves feel what we wanted to, which was free.

Laurel es una protagonista distinta a la de cualquier libro. No es perfecta y no se conoce a sí misma, no sabe quien es, pero a lo largo del libro libro se muestra su evolución y que comienza a conocerse a sí misma. Simplemente me gustó que fuera tan real y que la autora hizo que me sintiera de su misma forma; me hizo comprenderla.
Sky es hermoso. Desde la primera página que lo amé. Es tan simple, caballero y preocupado, que eso fue lo que me hizo amarlo. Es un personaje “popular”, pero diría que bastante introvertido.
Hanna y Natalie me encantaron. Son muy buenas amigas y... están locas.
Tristan y Kristen son amigos de Laurel. Son novios y me daban mucha ternura porque son todo lo contrario. Tristan es muy relajado y no le importan los estudios. En cambio, Kristen es muy responsable y tiene metas muy altas.
La tía Amy me ha encantado. La verdad, sentí que le dio un poco de humor al libro.
El padre de Laurel me gustó muchísimo, porque es muy sencillo y fuerte. Era feliz con cosas muy pequeñas.

El final me encantó. Aunque fue el típico final feliz, me gustó que todo se arreglara y que no me quedara ninguna duda.


En resúmen, es una historia triste y realista que disfruté mucho. La escritura de la autora es hermosa y los personajes también me han encantado. Lo recomiendo muchísimo.

  When the movie ended and the credits came on, Dad said, “The world has changed, hasn’t it” before he got up to go to bed. That sentence seemed to carry the weight of everything we can’t talk about.

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