A book about a twelve-year-old girl's first encounter with death, and her experiences as she works through the grieving process. It occurs during the explosive sixities, and the turbulence of the times is depicted throughout the story.
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A lovely, poignant memoir about a young girl's life that takes place in a small rural Pennsylvania village during the explosive sixties. Linda is forced to face the illness of her beloved grandmother who was diagnosed with cancer and comes to live with her family because she could no longer care for herself. This eventually results in her first encounter with death and her struggle with ensuing grief. She also must learn to cope with an abusive home situation and the harassment of peers at school. It offers hope to those who may find themselves in similar siutations.
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My high school years were not happy times, I believe the combination of puberty, the death of my grandma and resulting grieving period, and switching school environments all contributed to my depression during those formative high school years. I had been so incapacitated by my grief caused by Grandma's death and depression about my life situation, in general, that my social skills were frozen at a time they were needed to adapt to the new cicumstances in my life.
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Reviews for "Tears For Grandma"
Reviewed by Gary Powell
7/8/2003
A wonderful book that can make you laugh and cry within the same paragraph.Bringing back many memories of my youth and my own Grandmother. Linda Campbell has a true gift of pen.
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