Jay Asher
Jay Asher
Jay Asher is an American writer of contemporary novels for teens. He has one major publication in the genre of young adult literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 September 1975
CityArcadia, CA
CountryUnited States of America
mom should-have mirrors
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.
alive might stills
Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.
keys moments right-moment
When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.
depressing war tired
And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.
writing people looks
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.
names two steps
Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.
three twenties doe
Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?
school needs answers
It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.
knows
But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.
half today way
But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.
letters want looks
I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!
internet disappear josh
Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.
worth-it
It was love because it was worth it.
husband crazy believe
Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It’s crazy!” “Exactly,” I say. “I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.