In The End....everything Matters.

I Didn't Humiliate Him By Pointing It Out Because That's Not How You Treat Friends. You Don't Judge Them. You Don't Humiliate Them. I Bet He's Been Judging Me All Along.

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.

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.

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

The Young Adult Literature Is Relatively New - It Just Kind Of Exploded In The 2000s. When I Grew Up, There Weren't Bookstores With Sections Dedicated To Teen Lit, Nor Was My Generation Raised Reading Books Written Specifically For Us. Because Of That, Today We Still Think Of Books For Teens As Children's Books And So When You Write A Book That Includes Sensitive Topics, It Just Seems Even More Controversial. What's Troubling To Me About That Is These Are Issues Adults Know That Teens Deal With. Not Writing About Them Makes Them Something We Don't, Or Can't Talk About.