Book: Suicide Notes
Author: Michael Thomas Ford
Genre: YA, realistic fiction, GLBT, contemporary, mental illness
Book Synopsis:
I'm not crazy. I don't see
what the big deal is about what happened. But apparently someone does think
it's a big deal because here I am. I bet it was my mother. She always overreacts.
Fifteen-year-old Jeff wakes up on New Year's
Day to find himself in the hospital. Make that the psychiatric ward. With the
nutjobs. Clearly, this is all a huge mistake. Forget about the bandages on his
wrists and the notes on his chart. Forget about his problems with his best
friend, Allie, and her boyfriend, Burke. Jeff's perfectly fine, perfectly
normal, not like the other kids in the hospital with him. Now they've got
problems. But a funny thing happens as his forty-five-day sentence drags on: the
crazies start to seem less crazy.
Book Review:
There’s a fine line between “normal” people and
the people who end up in psych wards. Suicide Notes dives into that line, examining
it by following Jeff through his visit. Honestly, this is a book I really wish
I’d bought instead of getting from the library (though I did keep it far longer
than I should have, oops). The characters entranced me in a way I could never
imagine happening, particularly Sadie and Bone. But they were all lovable in
their own, unique way. The story was so hauntingly beautiful, involving so much
pain and so many broken hearts, but the ending was fitting. Maybe it wasn’t
what you expect when you start the book, but it’s perfect, and it feels so
real. Suicide Notes made me realize that maybe we aren’t meant to get back to
who we were before a break, maybe we’re meant to heal, to move on with our
lives and be better than the people we were before. It wasn’t what I expected
when I plucked it off the shelf, but it was such a beautiful book that I’m glad
I did.
Favorite Quotes:
“So now I'm thinking about it. I'm imagining
sitting down with my parents and actually saying, "I'm gay." And you
know what? It makes me a little mad. I mean, straight guys don't have to sit
their parents down and tell them they like girls.”
“That's what
people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.”
“I'm still
kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one's got it all together. I don't
think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it
you'd spontaneously combust. I think that's a law of nature. If you ever manage
to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for
everyone else.”
“I’ve been
thinking about that ever since. Am I lucky? Am I lucky that I didn’t die? Am I
lucky that, compared to the other kids here, my life doesn’t seem so bad? Maybe
I am, but I have to say, I don’t feel lucky. For one thing, I’m stuck in this
pit. And just because your life isn’t as awful as someone else’s, that doesn’t
mean it doesn’t suck. You can’t compare how you feel to the way other people
feel. It just doesn’t work. What might look like the perfect life—or even an
okay life—to you might not be so okay for the person living it.”
“I didn’t ask to be saved.”
“Anyone can
be crazy. That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your
wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do
you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?”
“It will go
away... The stuff in your head. Little by little.”
“Just
because your life isn't as awful as someone else's, that doesn't mean it
doesn't suck. You can't compare how you feel to the way other people feel. It
just doesn't work. What might look like the perfect life -- or even an okay
life -- to you might not be so okay for the person living it.”
“Now I just
have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says
they’ll fade over time. I don’t know if I want them to fade. That probably
sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn’t want to forget what it felt like,
even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it
was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.”
“Seven
little crazy kids chopping up sticks;
One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.
Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;
One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.
Five little crazy kids on a cellar door;
One went all schizo and then there were four.
Four little crazy kids going out to sea;
One wouldn't say a word and then there were three.
Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo;
One jerked himself too much and then there were two.
Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun;
One a took a bunch of pills and then there was one.
One little crazy kid left all alone;
He went and slit his wrists, and then there were none.”
One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.
Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;
One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.
Five little crazy kids on a cellar door;
One went all schizo and then there were four.
Four little crazy kids going out to sea;
One wouldn't say a word and then there were three.
Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo;
One jerked himself too much and then there were two.
Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun;
One a took a bunch of pills and then there was one.
One little crazy kid left all alone;
He went and slit his wrists, and then there were none.”
All in All:
I had to limit myself with the quotes I selected
for this book. If you knew me, you’d know how rarely that happens. But if you
see this book on a shelf somewhere, you find it in a store, you find it on
amazon or ebooks, grab it quick. This the best book I’ve ever read and I highly
advise that you read it.
Contact Michael Thomas Ford: www.MichaelThomasFord.com
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