Not my style, but a few lines had me rereading and pausing to think.

"It was fourth grade, but it was a big deal. I mean when are things supposed to start mattering. Now, now, now." Pg. 44

"I had nothing to do so I found a place with some sun and I sat with my back against the mountain. I took my shoes off and let my feet feel the air. [...] Sitting in the sun I felt empty. I was the black center in the middle of all the nature. I was nothing but I could dou anything. I could fill myself with anything." Pg. 204

I need to hurry and finish another book. This one fell flat with me, and I can't handle it being the last of the year.