2.5 stars 
 I don't know whether to like this book or not. Firstly, the writing is not to my taste. I thought that the lead male protagonist, Clay, thought too much (but then, well, it was a first person narrative, so he had all the right to do so) for a guy. It kept interrupting Hannah's recording in the book, so I had a hard time distinguishing whose thoughts belonged to whose. Which was really, really fustrating. 
 But the plot if the book is unique, in a way, and of all the suicide books I've read, this one is the most eery one, and the most realistic one, in my imagination (oh the irony). The more the author writes, the hollower the story gets, if you get what I mean. If words were to increase the knowledge, thoughts or ideas of readers, in this book, however, words were used to create holes or emptiness of feelings within readers themselves. Well, that was what I felt. And again, I don't know how to put it into words. 
 In this book, Clay follows the instructions and narration of Hannah on her recording to discover what pushed her into contemplating suicide. If you were expecting a big shock or surprises, you're in for a disappointment. Hannah is affected by the little but hurtful things in life imposed by others. In the beginning, you see, she's already a little depressed, and a sensitive soul (though a tad too sensitive for my liking). But of the 13 things/people/reasons that lead her to suicide (they are arranged in chronological order by Hannah in the cassette tapes), each reason becomes more ordinary and more miniscule that the previous one. You can see halfway through her explanations that Hannah has already made her mind up on ending her life, and all she needed was some tiny forgettable (but all the same hateful) excuse to further convince herself that her life was not worth living any longer. It scares me how the small things we do that affect others can create such a huge impact on others, particularly those who are already halfway over the edge like Hannah. Although one could easily fault Hannah for being to sensitive or whiny, technically she isn't herself anymore, I mean come on, she's actually contemplating suicide! 
 Either all of that I just wrote, or I misinterpreted because as I said, the writing style was hard to follow. But I like my interpretation. If you were expecting an entertaining, suspenseful or exciting read, this book may not be for you (though I might be wrong). But if you want a book with depth, or one that inspires much thought, this book could be it.