This book is a rather good concept, but it is executed quite poorly. This book has forever turned me away from any of Jay Asher’s future works. The main character is whiny, and she overreacts about everything that has happened to her. (example: Voted me best ass in the freshman class? Now I’m going to put you on the list of people who are responsible for my suicide.) She blames thirteen other people for her suicide, when there is only one person who actually swallowed the pills – herself. Even through her death, she seeks attention, making tapes blaming the people who “caused her death.”

Maybe I’m sensitive because I’m a suicide survivor. (I’ve gotten past my depression and am now a healthy, happy person.) I knew I was the only one responsible for any action I took. I never once blamed other people for anything I did to myself. Hannah, the main character from this story, needs to take some responsibility.

This book is compelling in a way that not many books can be. It is heart-wrenching and thought-provoking and a book that will stick with you for a while after you’ve turned the last page. Jay Asher is an incredible author and his talent absolutely shines through this book. Pick it up and you won’t put it down.