You know when a book is a good book, just not a book for you?
I could tell how much I would enjoy this book if I was a different person, one who was in the mood to read about teenage fury and who liked giant mechas (yes, I realize the obvious flaw in my reading choice).
The story was great, the anger was visceral, the love triangle was *chef's kiss* and I NEVER say that. And the aesthetic was just not me and I'm tired of angry girls. I think I've reached the age of wanting angry middle-aged women. Anyway, if you—on the other hand—want glorious girl rage and giant mechas, pick this book up.