BOOK REVIEW: Thirteen Reasons Why

I was browsing online when I read a review about this book. It suddenly caught my attention and decided to search for e-book to download. too bad, I can't find anywhere. Then, I remembered, I was once bought e-book through my Facebook friends, I contact one of the seller I know and luckily, she have a copy. I bought it for only 5php :) I read this e-book for 1 and 1/2 days only! Haha. Sorry, I'm eager to finish this book.

Thirteen Reasons Why or commonly spelled as Th1rteen R3asons Why is a novel about the girl who killed herself. She was explaining that there are thirteen reason why she end her life. Every story was detailed, I was amazed how the author, Jay Asher connected all the people involved in the story. I kept on visualizing the scenes and I almost scared the hell out me. It's not a suspense or horror book, it just give me goose bumps every time she's very detailed on people involved. Back in college, I studied Psychology, about suicidal people; giving away things that are important to them or how planned everything before they commit suicide and as the story goes, Hannah Baker (the main character) shows that she has suicidal tendencies but no one notice it.

The book is very interesting. I would recommend it to those who loves reading. The actual book costs around 300php but you can have it free, just comment your e-mail address in this post. :)



SYNOPSIS

Clay Jensen 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 Baker--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. Through Hannah and Clay's dual narratives, debut author Jay Asher weaves an intricate and heartrending story of confusion and desperation that will deeply affect teen readers.

EXCERPT

A shoebox-sized package is propped against the front door at an angle. Our front door has a tiny slot to shove mail through, but anything thicker than a bar of soap gets left outside. A hurried scribble on the wrapping addresses the package to Clay Jensen, so I pick it up and head inside. I take the package into the kitchen and set it on the counter. I slide open the junk drawer and pull out a pair of scissors. Then I run a scissor blade around the package and lift off its top. Inside the shoebox is a rolled-up tube of bubble-wrap. I unroll that and discover seven loose audiotapes. Each tape has a dark blue number painted in the upper right-hand corner, possibly with nail polish. Each side has its own number. One and two on the first tape, three and four on the next, five and six, and so on. The last tape has a thirteen on one side, but nothing on the back. Who would send me a shoebox full of audiotapes? No one listens to tapes anymore. Do I even have a way to play them? The garage! The stereo on the workbench. My dad bought it at a yard sale for almost nothing. It's old, so he doesn't care if it gets coated with sawdust or splattered with paint. And best of all, it plays tapes. I drag a stool in front of the workbench, drop my backpack to the floor, then sit down. I press Eject on the player. A plastic door eases open and I slide in the first tape. -source-

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