Novel Review: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

            Well. We’ve all had our share of depression, right? Right. Sometimes authors just want to shed a little light on a topic that’s hard to swallow, and suicide is one of those stickers that lodges itself in your throat. No one wants to talk about it. Why? I don’t know, but Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher gave me a little more insight into how everyone affects everyone.

            I had never really thought about it before, but Hannah Baker is right. Everyone does affect everyone, and whether we like it or not, our lives intertwine with EVERYONE ELSE’S ON THE ENTIRE PLANET. Let me give you an example.

            I may know someone who lives in Colorado who teaches a kid whose parent runs a business that has dealings in California. Well, the California business trades and has close ties with corporations in Japan, and this corporation deals with the distribution of emergency supplies to third world countries, and one shipment going out has the boss’s right hand man on board. The right hand man knows a worker in Africa that’s from New Zealand, who’s a recorded artist with three albums, who works with relief efforts to dig wells in this country their relieving. The kids in the country go to schools built by a Russian missionary who attended seminary in France and made several European friends, including a French woman who works with an American who lives in Sweden now, and this American is married to an Icelandic woman who has British friends, including my own cousin. My cousin knows me. And I may know someone . . . .

            You get the picture.

            That being said, we affect everyone we come into contact with. And Jay Asher displays this really well in Thirteen Reasons Why. Clay Jensen’s receiving of the tapes is a catalyst to a whole world of introspection. How did he make Hannah Baker’s life different? How did he interact with the very people who betrayed her and made her life miserable? Did he take time to know her parents and even her? He felt extreme guilt, overall, because her reputation scared him. And because he didn’t get to know her so they’d talk and she’d have someone to vent to, she bottled everything up. And when she bottled everything up, she got to thinking. And when she got to thinking, she thought no one truly cared and decided that her life was meaningless anyway; why not end it?

            You see? Human strings are entangling.

            The novel hit close to home for me. With God’s amazing help, I’ve persuaded two friends out of suicide. They started caring because someone else did. They saw the value in life because someone saw value in them.

            Looks like this review turned into more of an essay-like thing, huh?

            Well, let me quickly break down what I thought of the novel. Plot was interesting, and I’ve never seen a book that deals with suicide deal with it like this before. Everything else has the victim’s family and stuff looking back, but this was from the victim’s viewpoint herself, which was neat, and sad. Characters were real—and sometimes infuriating. I wanted to personally kick Bryce Walker below the belt, and the same with Justin, who let Courtney get raped. And I felt bad for Clay because he wanted so badly to tell Hannah not to do it, that she was valuable . . . but it was too late. That hurt the most. Mechanics and grammar were fine, and the viewpoint was really done well. The book would have dragged and suffered under anything other than first-person present tense.

            Overall, Jay Asher did a really good job handling a prickly topic with gentle hands. Brutal, but gentle. Eight flipped pages out of Ten.