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When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read.

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Jay Asher
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: September 30
Novelist
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Arcadia
California
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I repeat his words in my head. What's going on? What's going on? Oh, well, since you asked, I got a bunch of tapes in the mail today from a girl who killed herself. Apparently, I had something to do with it. I'm not sure what that is, so I was wondering if I could borrow your Walkman to find out. 'Not much,' I say.
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I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That's the story, the whole story, right there.
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But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.
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Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.
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I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things. Like war, Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray. And jumping off rooftops. And lighting their farts on fire, she says.
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You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.
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When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?
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And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
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The road to publication is like a churro - long and bumpy, but sweet.
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And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.
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We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.
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I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.
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And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.
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And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.
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A lot of you cared, just not enough.
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You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.
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I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like interconnected websites where people show their photos and write about everything going on in their lives, like whether they found a parking spot or what they ate for breakfast. But why? Josh asks.
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