The stories in Meg Cabot's Boy series are told through a series of emails, journal entries, and other various scraps. This allows the reader to view events through various perspectives, which is particularly helpful in this book, because the deuteragonist is keeping a secret from the protagonist. Though I usually really enjoy reading Cabot's work, despite the predictable and typically obvious plot-lines, this book was less enjoyable. It read like any other disaster chick-lit book: boy agrees to keep someone's secret, boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, secret stands in the way, girl finds out secret, girl hates boy, boy does something amazing, girl loves boy. The ending also felt a little hasty and contrived.