Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
Published by Razorbill on October 18, 2007
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
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Clay Jenkins returns home from school to find a mysterious box with his name on it lying on his porch. Inside he discovers several cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Bakera--his classmate and crush who committed suicide two weeks earlier. On tape, Hannah explains that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. Clay is one of them. If he listens, he'll find out how he made the list.
This is a desperate, heartbreaking, yet ultimately hopeful novel.
“My voice breaks, and in that break comes a flood of tears. Tony doesn’t respond. He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.”
Before I really get into detail, let me bring out the more mature/angrier side of myself for a moment. I’ve been reading reviews on this book recently, trying to find the right words to help me solve the puzzle that is writing a review, and I came across something with almost every other review I read that bothered me to a very vast extent that I can’t even begin to describe. Many people pointed out that the reasons for the suicide that took place in the book were childish and stupid. I’m not even going to think before I say that nobody should judge on how the story is written in reference to that. Reasons for the matter are so much different coming from other people’s point of views, seeing as how nobody is really in the affected person/s life while such is taking place. There’s a vast difference from whining about your life, and wanting it to end on a more literal term. It’s very touchy, should I say, but it really bugs me and shouldn’t be considered any less.
“I pass the open door to Mr. Porter’s room and, in one hurried glance, pull in more than I expected. The empty desk near the center of the room. Empty for two weeks and for the rest of the year. Another desk, my desk, empty for one day. Dozens of faces turn towards me. They recognize me, but they don’t see everything. And there’s Mr. Porter, facing away but starting to turn. A flood of emotion rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.”
Anyways, this book really surprised me. I didn’t really know what I was expecting. ((I braced myself for crying though. I knew it would happen at some point, nonetheless)) It constantly was worrying me what was going to take place next, and had the perfect amount of angst to really keep me going. ((not that I run on angst, but angsty-ness is good.))
“No one blames me,” I whisper. I need to hear it said aloud. I need to hear the words in my ears and not just in my head. “No one blames me.”
“No one,” Tony says, his eyes still on the road.
“What about you?” I ask.
We approach a four-way stop and slow down. For a moment, from the corner of his eye, he looks at me. Then he returns his gaze to the road. “No, I don’t blame you.”
I’m going to be honest and say that i’ve read this book at least 4 times. I’m not even joking when I say I would probably read it at least four more times. ((It might be because i’m a total quote freak and keep finding new quotes each time I read, or because each time I read it I get a better feeling than the last.)) Anyways, I really urge anyone to read it. Really, anyone. It’s one of those books that i’ll probably read for years to come.
“No one at school knows what I’m about to tell you. And it wasn’t really the class itself that played a part. Even if I never took Peer Communications, the outcome may very well have been the same. Or not. I guess that’s the point of it all. No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue.
Yet we push it just the same.”