I am not sure what to think about this book.

It uses crop circles as a plot device.

Ultimately, it is a story about grief, and accepting that you can continue to be alive even when someone that you love is not.

But I almost feel like it was trying to do too many things: The crop circles, Rhylee blaming herself for the accident, Rhylee kind of trying to be her sister for awhile, Rhylee not letting herself continue living and being happy.

It was not a bad book, but I think it would have been a better book if it had focused on one of those things instead of all of them and really got into the heart of it. Sometimes fiction is weird in that if it tries too hard to mimic real life, it begins to feel not true. And that's kind of how this book feels.