This one of the least hopeful YA dystopias I've ever read, which is surprisingly odd; odd because most YA dystopias focus on change and fighting back and a better world and surprisingly because...well...dystopias.

I'm not sure how to respond to this book, though I do get the feeling that it is, somehow, demanding a response (and that maybe said response should not be mediated through a company owned by Amazon, but hey). It's a book that leaves you angry and, like the main character, insisting that you haven't done anything wrong, that it's not your fault. And even as you know you're right, you know you're lying.
It's an uncomfortable book and a bit like admiring a the open contents of a human body; you're fascinated and more than a little repulsed all at once.
It's one of those books where the rating system of 1-5 stars has to be completely divorced from the idea of how much I liked/enjoyed the book, because those words have nothing to do with the experience.
I don't know what to do with this book.