Spoiler alert: this book sucks.
It’s the day after Lollapalooza and the only way I can cope with my sun burn and the 4.5 hour flight ahead is a book.
Do not read if you’re alone in your house at night. Especially if you live near the woods.
Did I ever tell y’all about the time I saw Shutter Island?
I wanted to like this book. I wanted John Green to prove me wrong about his books and about this type of YA. Wanted to be able to write a rave review about this story. It failed on all counts.
Fun fact: I’ve watched five episodes of Grey’s Anatomy in my life.