I haven't read anything for a whole year. The virus, y'know? It used to be my whole life and then it became absolutely nothing. It was saddening.

The first time I read a few days ago something I actually cried. It wasn't what I was reading, it was just the act of reading. I missed it.

This was one of the books I had in my kindle that I am trying to get through. I didn't think I'd like it, but I've been pleasantly surprised by them before and I hate to think that I'd miss out on something just because of statistics.

This book is not terribly written in the basic sense, but it is too full of flowery prose for my liking. The protagonist is terribly unlikeable (as are most YA protagonists and any teenager ever) and her actions are almost impossible to really understand. The story is fairly formulaic and it didn't inspire any kind of feeling within.