I’ve yet to meet a book from John Green that isn’t charming and unputdownable and relevant, and this newest one from him (thanks, Book of the Month for the freebie!) was all of those things. I appreciated the honest look at OCD and mental illness, but overall found the storyline a little lacking and slow. It wasn’t as dramatic as Looking for Alaska or as emotional as The Fault in Our Stars or as quirky as Paper Towns, but definitely has similar elements (too similar, maybe?) to all of them. This reads exactly like what we have come to expect from Green, though, with his ability to tell teenagers’ stories with keen insight and accuracy. It wasn’t my favorite from him, but I didn’t want to put it down either. I hoped for more out of this one!