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Letters About Literature

Dear Mitch Albom,

Katherine V. Fulcher
Jefferson Middle School, 5th grade
Oak Ridge

My grandfather was a kind, caring, and happy man. He loved to work on his farm. When he was 77 he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. This probably discouraged him, but he never gave up. I always wondered how anyone could be so strong until I read your book Tuesdays with Morrie.

 

Dear Mitch Albom,

My grandfather was a kind, caring, and happy man. He loved to work on his farm. When he was 77 he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. This probably discouraged him, but he never gave up. I always wondered how anyone could be so strong until I read your book Tuesdays with Morrie.

Dear Kaye Gibbons,

Kendyl Kearly
Oak Ridge High School, 12th grade
Oak Ridge

Growing up, the women in my family fed me a healthy diet of the war stories belonging to my female heroines against their male enemies. These women rejoiced in telling about the husband who cheated or the boyfriend who left without so much as a note. I was raised by a mother who had been standing on her own two feet for as long as I could remember, a boisterous grandmother who only lived a mile or so away and cynical aunts who visited frequently.

 

Dear Kaye Gibbons,

Growing up, the women in my family fed me a healthy diet of the war stories belonging to my female heroines against their male enemies. These women rejoiced in telling about the husband who cheated or the boyfriend who left without so much as a note. I was raised by a mother who had been standing on her own two feet for as long as I could remember, a boisterous grandmother who only lived a mile or so away and cynical aunts who visited frequently.

Dear E.B. White,

Vivian Hu
Germantwon High School, 11th grade
Germantown

 On my last day before the school change.... I cleaned out my cubby and desk and waved goodbye to friends, teachers, and classmates. (I would see them again … right?) My favorite teacher stopped me on my way out. In her hands was your book, Charlotte's Web. She knew I liked to read, so she had gotten it as a gift for me to remember her by. Overwhelmed, I pocketed it happily. We parted with a hug.

Dear E.B. White,

Dear Jodi Picoult,

Namchi Do
White Station High School, 11th grade
Memphis

I am no Anna—no longer my sister's keeper.

When I am not being called by my little sister's name or my own, I am known in my family as Sister Ten. It is a name that I tolerate, though I would prefer not to be known foremost as a number. I am Namchi Do, the tenth and second youngest child.

Dear Jodi Picoult,

I am no Anna—no longer my sister's keeper.

Dear Jerry Spinelli,

Paige Moncivaez
Siegel Middle School, 8th grade
Murfreesboro

Thank you, Mr. Spinelli, for writing something so powerful as to shatter my artificial exterior, and let my carefree soul fly free to drop loose change in the street, and to dance in the rain whenever I want to.

Dear Mr. Jerry Spinelli,

I was her. She was me. I could feel everything she felt, want everything she wanted, and understand where her ideas were coming from. Who is it I could be identifying so closely with? She's one of your characters: Stargirl.

Dear Dave Pelzer,

Jordan Pittman
Power Center Academy, 7th grade
Memphis

I learned from A Child Called It, that even though abuse can hurt people mentally, spiritually and physically, you can overcome it. By the end of the book my perspective on life had changed for the better. I began to see myself in a new way. You taught me that people will knock you down, but you have to continue to get back up mentally and physically. 

 

Dear Dave Pelzer,

I would like to thank you for creating A Child Called It. I felt alone, but after reading your book, I know someone understands my pain. Your mother in several ways unfairly abused you. Similarly my mother's male companion abused me. It has been touch for me to talk about this experience and how it has affected me spiritually, emotionally, and physically.

Dear Jay Asher,

Taylor Saling
Christiana Middle School, 8th grade
Christiana

Your book Thirteen Reasons Why has changed my life; I mean literally changed my life. When I received your book from a friend, I thought it was just going to be some sob story about a girl, but I was wrong. 

 

Dear Jay Asher,

Dear John Grogan,

Landon Webb
Central Magnet School, 6th grade
Murfreesboro

Your book Marley and Me really touched me. I could relate to your story in so many ways. I had just lost my best friend, Prissie. You feel so alone when there is a death in your family, but usually you are surrounded by people that can relate or comfort you in some way. When you lose a pet, you don't always have sympathy from other people. 

Dear John Grogan,

Dear Maria Shriver,

Joseph Kingsley
Coalfield School, 5th grade
Coalfield

I call him Uncle Dub, even though he's really my great-great uncle. Your book, What's Happening to Grandpa, changed my understanding about things in my uncle's life. 

Dear Maria Shriver,