Finished Letters to the Lost by Brigid Kemmerer. I received a copy for review.
Juliet and her mom always exchanged letters when her mom was out of town. Now that her mom’s dead, Juliet still leaves them at her grave. And then one day, someone writes back. (Not AS her mom; that’d be creepy and horrible. Instead, it’s an acknowledgment of grief and an empathetic “Me too.”) She exchanges notes with this stranger (we find out who long before she does).
I love this book. I love Juliet and her pen pal. I love their friends. I love everything about it.
It would be easy for this book to be 400 pages of abject misery. (Parts are. Horrible things happen. Bit there’s also a lot of hope.)