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“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 that I had no chance with you. That’s what I thought. And I was fine with that. Because whit 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.”

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Book:Thirteen Reasons Why
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Thirteen Reasons Why

This poignant and thought-provoking book delves into the complex issues of bullying, teen angst, and the impact of social media on young lives. Through the eyes of a young girl, readers are taken on a harrowing journey as they uncover the series of events that ultimately led to her tragic demise. more

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Jay Asher
Jay Asher

Jay Asher is an American writer known for his young adult literature. Born on September 30, 1975, he is renowned for his novel '13 Reasons Why,' which delves into complex themes of teenage suicide and bullying in schools. more

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