Rating: 2 Stars ★★☆☆☆
“Sir?” she repeats. “How soon do you want it to get there?”
Clay Jensen returns home from school to find a strange package 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. Hannah’s voice tells him that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. Clay is one of them. If he listens, he’ll find out why.
Clay spends the night crisscrossing his town with Hannah as his guide. He becomes a firsthand witness to Hannah’s pain, and as he follows Hannah’s recorded words throughout his town, what he discovers changes his life forever.
I don’t know, it just wasn’t my kind of book. I found the plot lacking and the characters annoying.
Clay receives thirteen tapes from Hannah, a girl that committed suicide. These tapes are directed at all the people she makes responsible for her death. It details what her life was like before she decided to end it.
I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why.
From the moment Hannah sets foot into the high school, there are rumors about her. It doesn’t get better. She is molested, she witnesses a rape, she has to deal with false friends.
Now, suicide is really difficult to write about. Depression is an incredibly serious problem. And I just felt this book didn’t do it justice. To be honest, I really didn’t like Hannah. We get the tapes, in her own voice and she goes through some very difficult things and yet… yet I never felt an emotional connection with her. I just found her annoying.
And then there’s Clay. He’s a goody-two-shoes. Perfect grades, nice dude. He receives the tapes though so I was curious about his dark side. He’s our protagonist after all. Would I like him when I found out what he did to Hannah?
Turns out (spoiler): nothing. He’s perfect. He just receives the tapes because there has to be an exception to every rule (Hannah’s words). What the fuck?
Clay, honey, your name does not belong on this list
I lean my head against the window and close my eyes, concentrating on the cold glass. Maybe if I listen to the words but concentrate on the cold, maybe I can hold it together.
You don’t belong in the same way as the others. It’s like that song: One of these things is not like the others. One of these things just doesn’t belong.
And that’s you, Clay.
Instead of a morally ambivalent guy and the chance that he’ll feel remorse and alter his life, we get a perfect dude who just… remains what he is: utterly boring.
Not my cup of tea. Boring characters, plodding plot.