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  1. ‎ From the author of The Sky Is Every­where, a radiant novel that will leave you laughing and crying – all at once. For fans of John Green, Gayle Forman and Lauren Oliver. Jude and her twin Noah were incredibly close – until a tragedy drove them apart, and now they are barely spea.
  2. About I’ll Give You the Sun The New York Times Bestselling story of first love, family, loss, and betrayal for fans of John Green, Jojo Moyes, Emma Straub, and Rainbow Rowell “We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”.

I'll Give You the Sun is a young adult novel by author Jandy Nelson. Published in September 2014, it is Nelson's second novel. Nelson won several awards for this novel, including the 2015 Printz Award for Excellence in Young Adult Literature. In June 2015, Warner Bros. Optioned the movie rights and Natalie Krinsky signed on to write the script.

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I’ll Give You The Sun

“This is the big one—the blazing story of once inseparable twins whose lives are torn apart by tragedy.”—Entertainment Weekly, “5 YA Novels to Watch Out For”

“Dazzling.”—The New York Times Book Review

“Have you ever wanted to put a book in all of your friends’ hands? This is that kind of book . . . Heartbreakingly honest.”—San Francisco Chronicle

I'll Give You The Sun Books Paperback

The New York Times Bestselling story of first love, family, loss, and betrayal for fans of John Green, David Levithan, and Rainbow Rowell

Jude and her twin brother, Noah, are incredibly close. At thirteen, isolated Noah draws constantly and is falling in love with the charismatic boy next door, while daredevil Jude cliff-dives and wears red-red lipstick and does the talking for both of them. But three years later, Jude and Noah are barely speaking. Something has happened to wreck the twins in different and dramatic ways . . . until Jude meets a cocky, broken, beautiful boy, as well as someone else—an even more unpredictable new force in her life. The early years are Noah’s story to tell. The later years are Jude’s. What the twins don’t realize is that they each have only half the story, and if they could just find their way back to one another, they’d have a chance to remake their world.

This radiant novel from the acclaimed, award-winning author of The Sky Is Everywhere will leave you breathless and teary and laughing—often all at once.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

1. What do you think is the significance of telling the story in alternating perspectives? In what ways might the story have been different if Jude were narrating the earlier portions and Noah the later portions?

2. Throughout the story, Jude has conversations with her dead grandmother. How would the story be different if Grandma’s ghost weren’t a presence? And why do you think only Jude, and not Noah, sees the ghost?

3. Noah and Jude’s world is shattered by the death of their mother. What events in your own life have deeply affected you? And if you had the chance to remake your world, what would you most like to fix?

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4. If you had your own “invisible museum” like Noah, what would some of your own portraits and self-portraits look like? In the same vein, if you had a “bible” of superstitions like Jude, what would some of the entries be?

5. The Michelangelo quote, “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free,” is also in many ways a theme that runs through the book. Using the idea of a “stone prison,” describe how the various characters are trapped. And how does each of them finally break free?

Jandy Nelson

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Jandy Nelson, like her characters in I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN and THE SKY IS EVERYWHERE, comes from a superstitious lot. She was tutored from a young age in the art of the four-leaf clover hunt; she knocks wood, throws salt, and carries charms in her pockets. Her critically-acclaimed, New York Times bestselling second novel, I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN, received the prestigious Printz Award and is a Stonewall Book Award honor. Both SUN and her debut, THE SKY IS EVERYWHERE, have been YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults picks and on multiple best-of-the-year lists, have earned many starred reviews, and continue to enjoy international success. Currently a full-time writer, Jandy lives and writes in San Francisco, California—not far from the settings of her novels.

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The Invisible Museum
Noah
Age 13

This is how it all begins.
With Zephyr and Fry—reigning neighborhood sociopaths— torpedoing after me and the whole forest floor shaking under my feet as I blast through air, trees, this white-hot panic.
'You're going over, you pussy!' Fry shouts.
Then Zephyr's on me, has one, both of my arms behind my back, and Fry's grabbed my sketchpad. I lunge for it but I'm arm-less, helpless. I try to wriggle out of Zephyr's grasp. Can't. Try to blink them into moths. No. They're still themselves: fifteen-foot-tall, tenth-grade asshats who toss living, breathing thirteen-year-old people like me over cliffs for kicks.
Zephyr's got me in a headlock from behind and his chest's heaving into my back, my back into his chest. We're swimming in sweat. Fry starts leafing through the pad. 'Whatcha been drawing, Bubble?' I imagine him getting run over by a truck. He holds up a page of sketches. 'Zeph, look at all these naked dudes.'
The blood in my body stops moving.
'They're not dudes. They're David,' I get out, praying I won't sound like a gerbil, praying he won't turn to later drawings in the pad, drawings done today, when I was spying, drawings of them, rising out of the water, with their surfboards under arm, no wetsuits, no nothing, totally glistening, and, uh: holding hands. I might have taken some artistic license. So they're going to think . . . They're going to kill me even before they kill me is what they're going to do. The world starts somersaulting. I fling words at Fry: 'You know? Michelangelo? Ever heard of him?' I'm not going to act like me. Act tough and you are tough, as Dad has said and said and said—like I'm some kind of broken umbrella.
'Yeah, I've heard of him,' Fry says out of the big bulgy mouth that clumps with the rest of his big bulgy features under the world's most massive forehead, making it very easy to mistake him for a hippopotamus. He rips the page out of the sketchpad. 'Heard he was gay.'
He was—my mom wrote a whole book about it—not that Fry knows. He calls everyone gay when he's not calling them homo and pussy. And me: homo and pussy and Bubble.
Zephyr laughs a dark demon laugh. It vibrates through me.
Fry holds up the next sketch. More David. The bottom half of him. A study in detail. I go cold.
They're both laughing now. It's echoing through the forest. It's coming out of birds.
Again, I try to break free of the lock Zephyr has me in so I can snatch the pad out of Fry's hands, but it only tightens Zephyr's hold. Zephyr, who's freaking Thor. One of his arms is choked around my neck, the other braced across my torso like a seat belt. He's bare-chested, straight off the beach, and the heat of him is seeping through my T-shirt. His coconut suntan lotion's filling my nose, my whole head—the strong smell of the ocean too, like he's carrying it on his back . . . Zephyr dragging the tide along like a blanket behind him . . . That would be good, that would be it (Portrait: The Boy Who Walked Off with the Sea)—but not now, Noah, so not the time to mind-paint this cretin. I snap back, taste the salt on my lips, remind myself I'm about to die—
Zephyr's long seaweedy hair is wet and dripping down my neck and shoulders. I notice we're breathing in synch, heavy, bulky breaths. I try to unsynch with him. I try to unsynch with the law of gravity and float up. Can't do either. Can't do anything. The wind's whipping pieces of my drawings—mostly family portraits now— out of Fry's hands as he tears up one, then another. He rips one of Jude and me down the middle, cuts me right out of it.

Excerpted from I'll Give You the Sun by Liza Nelson. Copyright © 2014 by Liza Nelson. Excerpted by permission of Dial Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.