I have read this book so many times and it never gets old––I actually think I’ve read it every year since I’ve gotten it. Definitely one of my favorites.

Jessica Darling and I are soul sisters, I’m pretty sure. My young high school self thought she was so cool, scribbling in speckled composition notebooks, so I began to do the same (Mine are of every color and pattern under the sun). Her wit and sass inspire me, in some loser-ish wannabe way. I get giddy and giggly the first time Marcus’s name is mentioned, and every time thereafter. I cringe every time Sara shrieks OMIGOD! Etc.

Full review at Crooked Prose.