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.
