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
people males bizarre
There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.
talking ideas appreciate
That’s what i love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff were your not sure what the poets talking about. You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor? ...I hated poetry until someone showed me how to appreciate it. He told me to see poetry as a puzzle. Its up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.
names two steps
Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.
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.
two soul spirit
Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know
eye air breathing
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.
writing scary needs
If you're angry, you don't have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry poem. So go ahead... write one. I know you're at least a little bit angry with me. And when you're done with your poem, decipher it as if you'd just found it printed in a textbook and know absolutely nothing about its author. The results can be amazing...and scary. But it's always cheaper than a therapist.
letting-go hands mountain
Then come to realize that you're making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you've become. Sure, it may feel like you can't get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down. But you must stop being so pessimistic, Hannah, and learn to trust those around you. So I do. One more time.
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!
sake cameras sound
We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.
past i-can
I can't. You can't rewrite the past.
giving-up listening too-late
I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.
school continuing-on funeral
I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.
coffee book oxen
I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.