Lucy really annoyed me at times, and I was half-surprised that it ended up working out with Evan. Max being gay didn't really add anything to the story, but I really liked him and Courtney.

Not once did I feel like I could get behind Hugo as the hero of this story. At least Bronwyn fascinated me, but the wild-child appeal wore off halfway through.

Very tropey: abusive boyfriend dead, possibly her fault but she can't remember. The reveal was an actual surprise to me, though; I actually really liked Blake, too.

For its genre, I rather liked it. Not a huge fan of the "Everyone" POV - it felt repetitive - but it definitely helped emphasize the implications of one action, one decision on one special day.

For light, chick (YA) lit, it wasn't at all bad. Max was a jerk, and I couldn't help but relate to Jenny even given the tiresome trying-to-get-him-back part.

The premise is fascinating, and some of the characters (Billy and Mango) were particularly engaging. But I really didn't like Mia; she was absurdly self-obsessed and unreasonable, and her character kind of ruined the book for me.

The first chapter was delightfully ambiguous. Characterization was great: Caitlin wasn't portrayed as a stereotypically awkward/"dumb" neurodivergent kid, but without sacrificing the integrity of the fact that she did, in fact, have Asperger's. Neatly contained plot; loved the TKAM references.

Ew, ew, ew - no thanks. The only redeeming plot point was

Spoiler

when Libby broke up with Peter

, but given the context and what we learn of the characters it seemed illogical. Her world totally revolved around him, and that doesn't make for a compelling narrative (or a healthy dynamic).

Very slow-paced; it lulls the reader, muffles any sense of ominous suspense. Protagonista wasn't very compelling; insights were preachy and not very original. The "twists" seemed random, and the plot was overall kind of flat.

I identified more with Taryn, so I was a little disappointed that Clara got more pagetime/depth. Even so, neither of them really engaged me as a reader, even with sympathetically tragic love stories.