HOLY MOTHER OF TYPOS, BATMAN. I found a typo on every single painful page of this book. There were so many that I gave up on reporting them to Amazon because it was taking so long to get through a page. Fucking unbelievable. I've seen better self-published books. This is embarrassing.

The story itself is interesting. I loved the use of first person, and I liked the expert way Jenkins shows you Austin's depression. But his relationship with Heather was almost as aggravating as the typos, and I didn't feel like any of the characters behaved like real teenagers.