The only reason I'm still reading this series is because it's laughable at how genuinely bad it is. The plot is better in this one than the others, but the amount of jokes about neurodivergent people is ridiculous. The writing is redundant, and Zoey's refusal to curse for some words, but using bitch for others, makes me want to bang my head on a desk. The use of the word "poopie" from a 17-year-old who feels "womanly" enough to sleep with her teacher (in the previous book) is...a lot to unpack here.