"The shovel was almost as tall as she was. A few days shy of her thirteenth birthday, and even for twelve and eleven twelfths, Sydney Clarke was small. She had always been on the short side, but it certainly didn't help that she had barely grown an inch since the day she'd died."
I’ve got The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue on my reading list, but they had this in the library so I thought I’d read it instead. It’s great! Sucks you right in. Will have to read more than just this and The Invisible Life now.