The Graveyard Book

By Luana, age 13

Ever since I was little, I would live two different lives. My parents are first-generation immigrants from Brazil, coming to the United States when I was only four months old. This meant that the culinary, gestures and even the language were different for me depending on who I was with. 

This would mean that there were few like me at school, both in the US and in Brazil. Among Americans, I was “the Brazilian”, and vice versa. Only when I was among immigrants did I truly feel like I belonged.

I’ve always been a voracious reader. Whether it be historical fiction, a composer’s biography, or a completely wild fantasy story, I’ve always buried myself in my books. But when I picked up a particular book, named The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman… it was different from the others. As I began to read, I could relate to it a lot. The main character was a boy who was raised by ghosts in the graveyard. Because he was human, he was an outcast among the ghosts, but among people, he acted too ghost-like. I loved it until the end, and of course, it made me feel “finally seen” in literature. 

Leave a Comment