Perhaps because they were born ten years apart, the author had/has a special, sweet adoration of her sister. Jill Bialosky mourns her baby sister with respect and honest inquisitiveness. The expected questions are all here: the whys and the what ifs. By the end of the book, I was much informed but still futilely hoping the young girl’s despair could be reversed. Suicide has a tinge of sensationalism but when related so carefully and personally, one is left caring deeply for those left behind.