Just not the right time for me to read this book. 

Ellen Hopkin's redeemed herself the slighest bit with this beautiful, wrenching novel. 

I wouldn't have been able to guess this books ending if I tried. A genuine, one of a kind mystery, with amazing representation of LGBT and grief throughout. 

Just knew based off the first few sentences and pages I wouldn't really be into it. However, it seems like it has a LOT of potential and if you're nonbinary or trans and into the genre, should 10000% give it a try! 

Idk, the sexist bullshit at the very beginning rubbed me the wrong way and I could tell this book was NOT well researched. Fuck even trying with it. 

This was an in-one-sitting read, not necessarily because it was enjoyable, but because it was written in a flimsy, quick style. From the minute the suspect is introduced, you know it's him, and the LGBT representation wasn't the best, in my opinion. It just felt like it was written haphazardly. The plotline felt cliche in the first place once it got to thick of it. Poorly written Wattpad novel type. 

Compelling, but not enough. Felt myself too often reading run on sentences and only being interested in snippets of her despair. Probably good, insightful, just not for me. 

Impressively heartbreaking, and none of the overly sexualized teenagers that Hopkins tends to write too much of. This was a return to good writing from her. Relatable and difficult at times, but beautiful and look forward to reading the sequel. 

It just didn't have the same feel as other memoirs I've read. Couldn't imagine sitting through 200 pages of someone's story I wasn't that interested in. 

I want to read this every night! So cute, lovely illustrations and gave me more sweet rhymes for my sweet boy