Ho letto questo libro tutto d’un fiato sotto consiglio di un’amica e non me ne sono pentita. È una storia dolce, triste e piena di piccoli cliché che però la rendono una lettura davvero piacevole. Purtroppo non è ancora stato tradotto in italiano, ma se masticate un pochino di inglese, non lasciatevelo sfuggire!
Ellamara and I had always been just anonymous e-mail friends, but the last time I spoke to her, I asked for her address so that I could mail her something. It was a huge step in our relationship, but I was to the point where I was willing to chance it. I needed more from her. Wanted to be more to her.
I took a risk, got her a gift I hoped would win her heart, and asked for her address. She called me a creepy Internet stalker, but I was sure she was kidding—until she never messaged me back. At first I figured her phone died, and then when she didn’t get back to me that day I briefly worried that I had scared her away. But then she missed her First Sentence Friday post on her blog the next day and I knew something was wrong.
I wrote her e-mail after e-mail, and waited day after day for her to write back, or at least post on her blog again, but after a few weeks I gave up hope. I knew that even if I completely freaked her out that day and made her never want to talk to my creepy Internet-stalking ass again, Ella would never have given up on her blog. Ever. Not unless she was dead. Which was the conclusion I finally resigned myself to when an entire month went by without word from her. For months, I mourned the loss of my best friend and the girl I’d fallen in love with—was still mourning her loss up until five seconds ago.Chapter 5 – Cinder & Ella di Kelly Oram