Love, Stargirl by Jerry SpinelliLove, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli

Love, Stargirl

byJerry Spinelli

Paperback | April 28, 2009

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The New York Times bestselling sequel to Newbery Medalist Jerry Spinelli’s modern-day classic Stargirl!

Love, Stargirl picks up a year after Stargirl ends and reveals the new life of the beloved character who moved away so suddenly at the end of Stargirl. The novel takes the form of "the world's longest letter," in diary form, going from date to date through a little more than a year's time. In her writing, Stargirl mixes memories of her bittersweet time in Mica, Arizona, with involvements with new people in her life.

In Love, Stargirl, we hear the voice of Stargirl herself as she reflects on time, life, Leo, and - of course - love.

 

Don’t miss Jerry Spinelli’s latest novel, The Warden’s Daughter, about another girl who can't help but stand out.
 
“Spinelli is a poet of the prepubescent. . . . No writer guides his young characters, and his readers, past these pitfalls and challenges and toward their futures with more compassion.” —The New York Times
 
 




From the Hardcover edition.
JERRY SPINELLI is the author of many novels for young readers, including The Warden's Daughter; Stargirl; Love, Stargirl; Milkweed; Crash; Wringer; and Maniac Magee, winner of the Newbery Medal; along with Knots in My Yo-Yo String, the autobiography of his childhood. A graduate of Gettysburg College, he lives in Pennsylvania with h...
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Title:Love, StargirlFormat:PaperbackDimensions:288 pages, 8.06 × 5.31 × 0.61 inPublished:April 28, 2009Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375856447

ISBN - 13:9780375856440

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from Tugs at your heart strings! Full of warmth and love, this book is great for everyone.
Date published: 2018-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love, Stargirl A great sequel to the first book. Really beautiful and heart warming.
Date published: 2017-12-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from So sweet! This story warmed my heart while reading. Absolutely a must read
Date published: 2017-03-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Still Good Not as good as the first but still good #PlumReview
Date published: 2017-03-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wow I never like the sequel as much as the original, but I actually loved this one more. Stargirl is such a unique yet relatable character for the girl who doesn't quite fit in and doesn't know if she really wants to. Amazing characters, heart wrenching stories that leave your soul happy.
Date published: 2016-12-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from loved it Absolutely love Jerry Spinelli books! Stargirl and Love, Stargirl are two of my go-to books. Stargirl is so relatable to anyone who is or has been in love. Stargirl's individuality and fearlessness is something that would help many young girls.
Date published: 2016-12-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heartwarming I read Stargirl when I was in the eighth grade and I loved reading about the quirky girl who challenged Leo to be himself. I always found that story was finished and I was ridiculously excited when I saw, years later, that Jerry Spinelli had written a sequel. I was not wrong to be excited. I loved the novel even though it was different because it was an epistolary novel (a story made from letters). Overall, it was an excellent read and with hilarious and heartwarming moments. I would definitely recommend this for any child 6th grade to 9th grade or for anyone who is feeling nostalgic about their childhood.
Date published: 2016-11-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Love, Stargirl i read the first book and decided i had to read the second. this book was good but i missed Leo and also it was a little wierd that the whole book was like letters to Leo from Stargirl but she never sent the letters. i liked the new characters Perry, Dootsie, Charlie and the lady who never goes outside. Perry and Stargirl should have been together i think but she didnt want to because she missed Leo. good story and i loved the winter solstice and the part Stargirl had and i liked how Perry came with his sister and his parents! pretty good book. 2010-015
Date published: 2010-02-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Well Done! I thoughLove, Star girl was amazing. I was non stop reading, and i managed to finish the 274 page book in just 2 days! I loved it and I hope that whoever else may encounter it, enjoy it. It wonderful, and it keeps you occupied! :)
Date published: 2010-01-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good Soo Far Im at Febuary 6 and im loving every bit of it, it sounds like "Leo" Is NOT a good boyfriend:P but still dootsie sounds so annoying lmfao but anyways it sound great and im still reading:)
Date published: 2009-07-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from STARGIRL! I think that this book was great and funny but i would rate this book a 4 out of 5 because it could have a bit more description. but other then that it was GREAT!!!!!!
Date published: 2009-06-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Too cute A story about how a unique girl finds her place in this large world. Enjoy!
Date published: 2008-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heart warming ."Love stargirl" was a wonderful book, I don't think words can describe it. The book uses magical words, and touching scenes to bring each event into a real and true feeling. Though, what we can read through this book is a true love tale, and that as far as stargirl and Leo are, their hearts shine together connecting
Date published: 2008-03-12

Read from the Book

January 1Dear Leo,I love beginnings. If I were in charge of calendars, every day would be January 1.And what better way to celebrate this New Year’s Day than to begin writing a letter to my once (and future?) boyfriend.I found something today. Something special. The thing is, it’s been right in front of me ever since we moved here last year, but today is the first time I really saw it. It’s a field. A plain old vacant field. No house in view except a little white stucco bungalow off to the right. It’s a mile out of town, a one-minute bike ride from my house. It’s on a hill—the flat top of a hill shaped like an upside-down frying pan. It used to be a pick-your-own-strawberries patch, but now it grows only weeds and rocks.The field is on the other side of Route 113, which is where my street (Rapps Dam Road) dead-ends. I’ve biked past this field a hundred times, but for some reason today I stopped. I looked at it. I parked my bike and walked into it. The winter weeds were scraggly and matted down, like my hair in the morning. The frozen ground was cloddy and rock-hard. The sky was gray. I walked to the center and just stood there.And stood.How can I explain it? Alone, on the top of that hill, in the middle of that “empty” field (Ha!—write this down, Leo: nothing is empty), I felt as if the universe radiated from me, as if I were standing on the X that marked the center of the cosmos. Until then I had done my daily meditation in many different places in and around town, but never here. Now I did. I sat down. I barely noticed the cold ground. I held my hands on my thighs, palms up to the world. I closed my eyes and dissolved out of myself. I now call it washing my mind.The next thing I noticed was a golden tinge beyond my eyelids. I opened my eyes. The sun was seeping through the clouds. It was setting over the treetops in the west. I closed my eyes again and let the gold wash over me.Night was coming on when I got up. As I headed for my bike, I knew I had found an enchanted place.January 3Oh, Leo, I’m sad. I’m crying. I used to cry a lot when I was little. If I stepped on a bug I’d burst into tears. Funny thing—I was so busy crying for everything else, I never cried for myself. Now I cry for me.For you.For us.And now I’m smiling through my tears. Remember the first time I saw you? In the lunchroom? I was walking toward your table. Your eyes—that’s what almost stopped me in my tracks. They boggled. I think it wasn’t just the sight of me—long frontier dress, ukulele sticking out of my sunflower shoulder sack—it was something else too. It was terror. You knew what was coming. You knew I was going to sing to someone, and you were terrified it might be you. You quick looked away, and I breezed on by and didn’t stop until I found Alan Ferko and sang “Happy Birthday” to him. But I felt your eyes on me the whole time, Leo. Oh yes! Every second. And with every note I sang to Alan Ferko I thought: Someday I’m going to sing to that boy with the terrified eyes. I never did sing to you, Leo, not really. You, of all people. It’s my biggest regret. . . . Now, see, I’m sad again.January 10As I said last week, I wash my mind all over the place. Since the idea—and ideal—is to erase myself from wherever and whenever I am, I think I should not allow myself to become too attached to any one location, not even Enchanted Hill, as I call it now, or to any particular time of day or night.So that’s why this morning I was riding my bike in search of a new place to meditate. Cinnamon was hitching a ride in my pocket. As I rode past a cemetery a splash of brightness caught my eye. It was a man sitting in a chair in front of a gravestone. At least I think it was a man, he was so bundled up against the cold. The bright splash was the red and yellow plaid scarf he wore around his neck. He seemed to be talking.Before long I found myself back near my house, in a park called Bemus. I climbed onto a picnic table and got into my meditation position. (OK, back up . . . I’m homeschooling again. Gee, I wonder why—my Mica High School experience went so well! Ha ha. So I have to meet all the state requirements, right?—math, English, etc. Which I do. But I don’t stop there. I have other courses too. Unofficial ones. Like Principles of Swooning. Life Under Rocks. Beginner’s Whistling. Elves. We call it our shadow curriculum. ((Don’t tell the State of—oops, almost told you what state I’m living in.)) My favorite shadow subject is Elements of Nothingness. That’s where the mind wash comes in. Totally wiping myself out. Erasing myself. (((Remember the lesson I gave you in the desert?))) Which, when you think about it, is really not nothing. I mean, when I’m really doing it right, getting myself totally erased, I’m the opposite of nothing—I’m everything. I’m everything but myself. I’ve evaporated like water vapor into the universe. I am no longer Stargirl. I am tree. Wind. Earth.)OK, sorry for the detour (and parenthetical overkill). . . . So there I was, sitting cross-legged on the picnic table, eyes closed, washing my mind (and getting school credit for it!), and suddenly I felt something on my eyelid. Probably a bug, I thought, and promptly washed away the thought, and the something on my eyelid just became part of everything else. But then the something moved. It traced across my eyelid and went down my nose and around the outline of my lips.From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

"Humor, graceful writing, lively characters, and important lessons about life will make this a hit with fans of Stargirl." -- Kirkus Reviews, Starred "Brilliant. . . . As charming and unique as its sensitive, nonconformist heroine." -- School Library Journal"Anyone who loved Jerry Spinelli's beautiful, poignant young adult novel Stargirl is in for a treat with his latest novel.  Anyone who survived or is enduring the teenage years will repeatedly recognize him or herself in these pages--and find the book hard to put down." -- St. Louis Post-Dispatch"Touching and inspiring." -- VOYA"The many readers who loved the first book will embrace this sequel." -- Booklist