Seven cassette tapes, thirteen stories, thirteen reasons why Hannah Baker committed suicide. Clay Jensen, Hannah's former classmate, arrives home from school one day to find a box on his front doorstep. The box is addressed to him, but bears no return address. Inside the box he discovers seven... read more
Seven cassette tapes, thirteen stories, thirteen reasons why Hannah Baker committed suicide.
Clay Jensen, Hannah's former classmate, arrives home from school one day to find a box on his front doorstep. The box is addressed to him, but bears no return address. Inside the box he discovers...
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(warning: may contain spoilers)
“You can't stop the future, You can't rewind the past, The only way to the learn the secret... is to press play.”Hannah Baker
“No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.”Hannah Baker
“Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel,tossing you--just a tad--off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much--too tiring--and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.”Hannah Baker
“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.”Hannah Baker
“Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don't understand. 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.”Hannah Baker
“And as I stood there in the hallway--alone--trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation--not even a reaction.”Hannah Baker
“A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger, sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.”Clay Jenson
“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 theses tapes, you're one of the reasons why.”Hannah Baker
“So what tipped me off? It's simple, really. Everyone else was getting notes. Everyone! And for the most insignificant of things.”Hannah Baker
“So how important is your security, Tyler? What about your privacy? Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.”Hannah Baker
“When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?”Hannah Baker
“In the end, everything matters.”Hannah Baker
“'Put me underneath God's sky and know me / don't just see me with your eyes /Take away this mask of flesh and bone /and see me for my soul alone.”Poem by Hannah
“My deepest and darkest secret? What are you, my gynecologist?”Hannah Baker
“Here’s a tip. If you touch a girl, even as a joke, and she pushes you off, leave … her … alone. Don’t touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.”Hannah Baker
“If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. 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.”Hannah's poem
“I meet your eyes you don't even see me You hardly respond when I whisper hello Could be my soul mate two kindred spirits Maybe we're not I guess we'll never know My own mother you carried me in you Now you see nothing but what I wear People ask you how I am doing You smile and nod don't let it end there Put me underneath God's sky and know me don't just see me with your eyes Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone”Hannah's poem "Soul Alone"
“This time, I was going to be in control of how people saw me. After all, how often do we get a second chance?”Hannah Baker
“....my heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest. Like every nerve in my body was withering in, pulling away from my fingers and toes. Pulling back and disappearing.”Hannah Baker
“I needed a change, just like they said, so I changed my appearance. The only thing I still had control over.”Hannah Baker
“Suicide. Such a disgusting word.”Hannah Baker
“There is no better way to explore your emotions than with poetry.”
“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.”Hannah Baker
“You can’t go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have ... is now.”Hannah Baker
“With everything going on in my life—going on in my head—I wanted to talk with you. Really talk. Just once. A chance we never seemed to get at school. Or at work. A chance to ask, Who are you? We didn’t get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you. That’s what I thought. And I was fine with that. Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.”Hannah Baker
“"There are some sick and twisted people out there...When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it."”
“"Dude you stole my Walkman."”Tony
“"With my face pressing against the bars, I begin to cry. If anyone is walking through the park, I know they can hear me. But I don't care if they hear me because I can't believe I just heard the last words I'll ever hear from Hannah Baker."”
“"I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew. Someone I liked. I'm listening but I'm still too late."”Clay Jenson
No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.Highlighted by 411 Kindle customers
You can’t go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have . . . is now.Highlighted by 307 Kindle customers
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything . . . affects everything.Highlighted by 285 Kindle customers
If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. 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.Highlighted by 263 Kindle customers
If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.Highlighted by 200 Kindle customers
with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.Highlighted by 190 Kindle customers
Put me underneath God’s sky and know me don’t just see me with your eyes Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul aloneHighlighted by 170 Kindle customers
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. And if I wanted people to treat me that way, then I had to do the same for them, right?Highlighted by 167 Kindle customers
Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet no matter how tightly you grip the wheel, no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy . . . or whatever . . . to happen.Highlighted by 161 Kindle customers
Looking back, I stopped writing in my notebook when I stopped wanting to know myself anymore.Highlighted by 146 Kindle customers
Yesterday: one hour after school
Cassette 1: Side A
Cassette 1: Side B
Cassette 2: Side A
Cassette 2: Side B
Cassette 3: Side A
Cassette 3: Side B
Cassette 4: Side A
Cassette 4: Side B
Cassette 5: Side A
Cassette 5: Side B
Cassette 6: Side A
Cassette 6: Side B
Cassette 7: Side A
The Next Day: After Mailing the Tapes
Suicide and some sexual innuendos. A character is raped (non-explicit)