I just read "Th1rteen R3asons why." It's a good book, but I found myself really mad, after finishing it, even HOURS later.
The book is about a girl named Hannah and a boy named Clay.
Hannah committed suicide.
Hannah left tapes explaining why she killed herself.
There are 13 tapes.
Thirteen Reasons Why.
The tapes make their way to Clay. He listens to them.
The book is good, but I didn't enjoy reading it. It's wonderfully written, and it does a good job making you uncomfortable.
Why was I mad, you ask?
I was mad at Hannah and the People who hurt her.
Mad at Hannah for killing herself, mad at the people who hurt her for driving her to do so.
Here's the irony:
Did I enjoy reading it?
No.
Will I read it again?
Absolutely.
If you feel like committing suicide, or know someone who does, you can talk to me, or talk to that person. I'm always available. I check my notifications daily (except when I can't), and I'm always able to talk.