I tend to read emotional books. In my opinion, the best books are where you get swept up into the story, so invested in the characters' lives that when tragedy inevitably strikes, you feel it right there with them.

And then, this book happened.

First of all, I wasn't expecting to be hooked quite so quickly, unable to put the book down until I finished it the same day. There's a horribly real sense of foreboding, and I gasped out loud as the hope I'd held onto for the first part of the book vanished. It was all too real, and by the end I was holding back tears, not giving myself the time to cry and take it in because I couldn't bear not knowing what was going to happen.

It's a dark book, as it should be, and is brutally honest in its depiction of mental health and abuse. There's a lot packed into under 300 pages, and I'm sure I'll be reeling from this one for a long time, but boy, am I glad I read it.