I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson
At this point, I was so intrigued that I was momentarily disappointed when the next part of the book switches to Jude’s point of view, three years later. We see Jude attending the prestigious art school, but Noah isn’t there. And far from the charismatic girl that we got a glimpse of in the beginning, Jude is now doing everything in her power to stay hidden. Compounding that problem is the fact that every art project she attempts is broken. By the spirit of her mother’s ghost, according to Jude.
The book continues in this alternating viewpoint, getting closer and closer to the same point of time where we finally can see the whole story. It’s so hard to describe this book, because it’s such a beautifully interwoven story of people’s lives. We see so many relationships from different points of view. Jude and Noah’s relationship as twins, and how that can be so broken when it used to be the strongest thing in their lives. The twins’ relationship to their dad, after the loss of their mom. And their individual relationships with their mom before her death and how a wedge can be so easily driven into that relationship.
It also delves into the concept of love and what love is like in all its different forms. Jandy Nelson shares her wisdom on romantic love, love between siblings, love between friends and how even when you want it to be, love isn’t always enough. She shows how secrets kept even for the best intentions can ruin a family and how cruel words can tear a person apart.
And all of this is interwoven and held together by beautiful writing. It’s lyrical and engrossing and it literally grabs you and makes you pay attention. This book was pitched for people who love Rainbow Rowell and John Green, and while I do love Rainbow Rowell, I feel like the comparison is not entirely accurate. They aren’t written in the same style, although some of the same themes run through both of them. I can’t wait to read her other books and I absolutely can’t recommend it enough. I’m so glad I picked it up!
“This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.”
“No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.”
“How can people die when you’re in a fight with them? When you’re smack in the middle of hating them? When absolutely nothing between you has been worked out?”
“I love you,” I say to him, only it comes out, “Hey.”
“So damn much,” he says back, only it comes out, “Dude.” He still won’t meet my eyes.