Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher.
Title: Th1rteen R3asons Why.
Author: Jay Asher.
Genre: Literature, fiction, teen fiction.
Country: U.S.
Language: English.
Publication Date: 2007
Summary: Clay Jensen, a quiet, shy high school student, returns home from school one day to find a shoe box containing seven cassette tapes recorded by the late Hannah Baker, his classmate and crush who recently committed suicide by drug overdose. On the tapes, Hannah explains to twelve people how they played a role in her death, by giving thirteen reasons explaining why she took her life.
My rating: 8/10
♥ You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.
Everything... affects everything.
♥ If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert.
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star -
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.
♥ I meet your eyes
you don’t even see me
You hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
Could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
Maybe we’re not
I guess we’ll never
know
My own mother
you carried me in you
Now you see nothing
but what I wear
People ask you
how I am doing
You smile and nod
don’t let it end
there
Put me
underneath God’s sky and
know me
don’t just see me with your eyes
Take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
see me
for my soul
alone
♥ But whatever the reason, it felt surreal. Two people - me and him - one house. Yet he drove away with no idea of his link to me, the girl on the sidewalk. And for some reason, at that moment, the air felt heavy. Filled with loneliness. And that loneliness stayed with me through the rest of the night.
Even the best moments of the night were affected by that one incident - by that nonincident - in front of my old house. His lack of interest in me was a reminder. Even though I had a history in that house, it didn’t matter. You can’t go back to how things were. How you thought they were.
All you really have... is now.