Th1rteen r3asons why excerpt

The only way to learn the secret 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. 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. More specifically, why my life ended. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise. The rules are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: You listen. Number two: You pass it on. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late?

School project. Need extra money? And now, the tapes of a girl. A girl who, two weeks ago, swallowed a handful of pills. I scrape the toe of my shoe against the concrete floor. She leans over my shoulder and lifts a dusty rag, one of my old cloth diapers, to remove a tape measure hidden underneath.

See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Thirteen Reasons Why Quotes Showing of Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight. How you thought they were. All you really have is Thoughts that aren't even true—that aren't really how we feel—but they're running through our heads anyway because they're interesting to think about.

But you can't get away from yourself. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with. From the Season 1 finale, when a near-hopeless Clay encourages Mr.

Porter and viewers to be more aware of how they treat others. The line's a bit on-the-nose, but it underscores one of the story's most important messages. Another sad truth bomb that Clay drops all over Mr.

Porter, earlier in the finale. There's no way to know why she did what she did," the teary-eyed guidance counselor says. Buckle up , Mr. Skip to main content Entertainment. Warning: Minor plot spoilers follow. People judge you by the way you look, the things they hear about you. They put a label on you. What's true? I think we each have our own truth.