The Art of Saying Just Enough: On Lei Naomi’s Writing Style in The Space Between Us
There’s a moment in The Space Between Us that lingers quietly in my mind. Ivy Parker is walking home from school, alone as she has been for weeks.
Lei Naomi is an author and educator whose fiction explores the fragile spaces between loss and connection, memory and healing. Her work is known for lyrical prose, emotional depth, and unflinching honesty. Drawing on more than ten years as a teacher and advocate for young voices, Lei brings an educator’s heart and a writer’s precision to her storytelling. Her debut novel, The Space Between Us, invites readers into a journey of grief, identity, and resilience. She lives in New York and writes about the beauty and ache of the human experience.
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When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family, she loses her confidante, her emotional compass, and the only person who understood her without words. Left adrift in a fractured home with a distracted mother, an overeager stepfather, and a little brother she barely knows, Ivy retreats into silence, pushing away her best friend and failing every class that once brought her joy.
The book is a lovely little novel, it isn’t too long or too short to pick up on a lovely summer’s day. It’s about healing, getting past grief and about forging new friendships and repairing old ones with family and friends and how this one young protagonist finds a way to accomplish this. It’s bitter sweet and well written, it’s a perfect little book for young teens finding their way.
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When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family; she loses her confidante, her emotional compass, and the only person who understood her without words. Left adrift in a fractured home with a distracted mother, an overeager stepfather,
When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family; she loses her confidante, her emotional compass, and the only person who understood her without words. Left adrift in a fractured home with a distracted mother, an overeager stepfather,
When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family; she loses her confidante, her emotional compass, and the only person who understood her without words. Left adrift in a fractured home with a distracted mother, an overeager stepfather,
When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family.
When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family.
When sixteen-year-old Ivy Parker’s grandmother dies, she loses more than family.
There’s a moment in The Space Between Us that lingers quietly in my mind. Ivy Parker is walking home from school, alone as she has been for weeks.
There was a line in The Space Between Us that took my breath away. Ivy Parker writes in her journal, “I don’t know who I am without her,” as she tries to figure out
There’s a moment in The Space Between Us that lingers quietly in my mind. Ivy Parker is walking home from school, alone as she has been for weeks.
There’s a moment toward the end of The Space Between Us when Ivy Parker, tired from a day that felt heavier than usual, sits at the kitchen table across from her mother.
There’s a scene in The Space Between Us that’s so unassuming you might almost miss its weight. Ivy Parker is sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at her hands.
There’s a moment in The Space Between Us when Ivy Parker, the sixteen-year-old narrator, hovers outside her grandmother’s room. The door is slightly ajar,
There’s a moment in Lei Naomi’s The Space Between Us when Ivy Parker lingers in the doorway of her grandmother’s room. Mae’s lavender scent still
Some stories arrive in a rush—urgent, unstoppable. The Space Between Us was not that story. It was a story that demanded my patience.