I have a lot of feelings about this book, but I can't really identify them. It's hard, because this book was so much and also so little. It was huge and it was small. It had everything and really, not much at all. Aza is so much inside her head, just like I am a lot of the time, but you don't see much of her world. Which makes sense, because she doesn't really see much of her world either. There's not much of a plot, because when you have anxiety, sometimes it does feel as if you're stuck without a plot.

It is the best book I have ever read that describes what mental illness is really like. It's also not my favorite John Green book. It's amazing, but I also didn't 'love' it in the way I have always loved his books. But it was important, and I will read it again.