Hello again, my friends! Today I have a lovely review from Wendy @ Falconer’s Library to share with you! I have a confession: I pre-ordered this damn book. And you know where it is? On my unread books shelf. That’s right. A fail. But Wendy here has done much better than I have, not only reading the book, but sharing her thoughts on it with us today! So big thanks to Wendy, and when I am feeling up for a good cry, I promise I’ll read this!
The Last Time We Say Goodbye by Cynthia Hand
Published by Harper Teen on February 10th 2015Pages: 386
There's death all around us.We just don't pay attention.Until we do.
The last time Lex was happy, it was before. When she had a family that was whole. A boyfriend she loved. Friends who didn't look at her like she might break down at any moment.
Now she's just the girl whose brother killed himself. And it feels like that's all she'll ever be.
As Lex starts to put her life back together, she tries to block out what happened the night Tyler died. But there's a secret she hasn't told anyone-a text Tyler sent, that could have changed everything.
Lex's brother is gone. But Lex is about to discover that a ghost doesn't have to be real to keep you from moving on.
From New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Hand, The Last Time We Say Goodbye is a gorgeous and heart-wrenching story of love, loss, and letting go.
I am so not surprised to learn that author Cynthia Hand lost a brother to suicide when he was a teen and she was a young adult. The grief, pain, numbness, guilt, “what-ifs,” and denial (ohhhhh, the denial!) Lex displays in this book are terrifically believable. This is what #ownvoices writing is like–even if you or I may have responded differently to the situation, we can tell that Lex’s voice is infused with authentic, lived experience.
I know some readers were dismayed that there was no prevention/cure plan offered, no “when and how we should intervene to prevent suicide.” Lex does list some of the factors that identified Ty as at risk–but some, like “being male,” are hardly reliable warning signs per se. She does address the fact that because the idea of a loved one killing themself is so unpleasant and painful–not to mention, so unthinkable to anyone who’s never been suicidal–that his family maybe didn’t monitor him closely enough or offer him enough mental health support. But the bloody awful truth is that suicide is NOT rational, and therefore is NOT predictable. People who battle depression and other mental illnesses that lead to suicide have brains that tell them they will never be better, they will never feel okay (let alone good), and that they are doing their loved ones a favor by just bowing out.
There are things we can do, as people who love people with mental illness, to REDUCE the chance that they will kill themselves. We can keep deadly weapons out of the house. We can take signs of suicidal ideation seriously and insist on mental health treatment, sustained over time. On a more global scale, we can support better health insurance for mental health care, and support local efforts to do things that make public suicide attempts simply harder to pull off For example, locally, the number of people jumping off a famous “suicide bridge” dropped to zero in the five years since fencing was put up, and successful reaching out for help increased when suicide hotline numbers were prominently posted on ALL local bridges. (Portland has a lot of bridges, okay? It’s a thing.) We can save lives, I really believe, by participating in events like “Shattering Stigmas,” which make it more likely that people will know what to watch for and how to seek help.
But sometimes we will fail. Someone we love beyond measure, someone we think has “every reason to live” will fall victim to their illness. As surely as “having a positive attitude” and “fighting like hell” will never be enough to prevents all cancer deaths, “minimizing risks” and “letting them know they’re loved” is not going to prevent all suicide deaths. There may be better medical and societal treatments in our future, but sometimes people die. Sometimes people die on purpose.
And it’s horrible. It’s so sad. It’s so painful. It’s gut-wrenching and will never, ever be okay.
But the survivors, the ones who’ve lost one of their lights, can be okay again. Grief doesn’t end, but misery and guilt can. And that is what Lex learns, once she lets herself feel them. She will always mourn her brother. Cynthia Hand clearly still mourns hers. But both author and character know that guilt and bitterness are unnecessary. That you can celebrate the life that was, even if it ended senselessly and too soon. It’s an poignantly hopeful note for a book that begins in bleakness.
If you love someone with a serious mental illness, I highly recommend finding a local NAMI Family-to-Family group for education and support.
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Thanks so much to Wendy for sharing her thoughts on this one! I now have a renewed excitement to read it for sure! Have you read it- or like me, plan to? Leave your thoughts for Wendy and me!