Jandy Nelson
Jandy Nelson
Jandy Nelsonis an American author of young adult fiction. Prior to her career as an author, Nelson worked for 13 years as a literary agent. She holds a BA from Cornell University as well as MFAs in poetry and children's writing from Brown University and Vermont College of Fine Arts. Nelson lives in San Francisco, California...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth24 June 1965
CountryUnited States of America
grief forever going-away
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.
sound
Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.
crazy want i-am-crazy
That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.
lonely grief wind
When I'm with him, there is someone with me in my house of grief, someone who knows its architecture as I do, who can walk with me, from room to sorrowful room, making the whole rambling structure of wind and emptiness not quite as scary, as lonely as it was before.
fall dark alphabet
According to all the experts, it's time for me to talk about what I'm going through... I can't. I'd need a new alphabet, one made of falling, of tectonic plates shifting, of the deep devouring dark.
grief clothes people
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
night break globes
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.
wall book writing
I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.
girl mother two
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
girl beach sun
She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.
crush reality shoes
Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it?
grief sleep blow
grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping
thinking sometimes realizing
Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing.
sexy heart kissing
He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.