Books Like Thirteen Reasons Why Novels & Stories

Or just drop dead. I clenched my teeth, trying not to scream as memories from yesterday came rushing back. I shut my eyes tight, but the scene kept playing in my head. I was never reading a book again. Ever. I should not have brought Fifty Shades of Grey to school, let alone read it. But I was bored waiting for Jaxon, and it was the only book I had in my bag.

The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything. I suddenly stopped reading the names of the books when my right knee hit the wooden shelf. I bent down and rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. It's like a thunderbolt fell on my knee. It's a little ache but I react to it a lot for a moment. It's terrible, like a thunderbolt! Once again, I glance up at the shelf. It's filled with books which are related to psychology, human development and universe theories etc. I huff.

It not like it’s normal see someone on fire was normal but he said nothing. I will think about that later not now. I do not go to my dorm. I go straight to the library. The forbidden section smells old and heavy, like dust and secrets layered on top of each other. I search shelf after shelf, pulling out books on elemental magic, ancient bloodlines, cursed abilities, fire wielders, forbidden hybrids. Nothing matches. Nothing talks about blue fire. Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot. “You are not stupid people and you know why I initially came to the island. Do you think that I am some kind of loose woman?”

I sat there in the rain and thought about a girl of thirteen in a room in the east going through nine hundred pages with a candle trying to find out the names of women she had never seen and could not help. “Where is the third book now?” I said. “In the cart.” She jerked her head back at the boards behind her. “Under the load line. It is the only thing in there that matters, and nobody has ever tried to take it off me because nobody knows what it is.” “They took a girl off you at four in the morning.”

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

“Don’t you ever get so tired of something, you don’t want to do it, even if everyone else is telling you it’s for the best?” I have no response to that, so I only nod. Yeah, I’ve definitely felt that way before. “See you later.” Trinity leaves, and I am alone now, with my books. I guess I shouldn’t let Maddox see them since he may have the same lingering questions that Trinity just did. I decide to only look at them when I know that he isn’t likely to be around. Granted, two of the books are historical and about this kingdom, but he might want to know why in the world I am looking at those, and there’s just no reason for me to have to try and explain all of that to him.

WARNING: This book contains violence, abuse, rape, mental health issues and anything that may be triggering to a person. If you're sensitive to this stuff, I would recommend you very kindly go find another book to read as there are many people triggered by this sort of content. Thank you! Maria's P.O.V

Now, if only I could scare Ameline enough to make her slip up. Wishful thinking. School was just around the corner. Harvard, Liam, Shenka, classes. Maybe even getting to spend more time with Meira now that she was on the mend. Normalcy. Really? How mundane. I couldn't wait. End of Book Thirteen ###

Then, he rushed straight to the riverbank to check out Lily's suicide note and video. Lily's note said she could not endure my constant abuse anymore, that she became severely depressed and lost all hope in the world. The note even asked people not to hurt me, saying that everything was her own fault. I could not help but marvel at how someone who did not even finish elementary school could write such a well-crafted suicide note. Every word was carefully chosen. It described my cruelty toward her while playing the innocent victim perfectly. She painted herself as a helpless angel and made sure all the blame pointed at me.