I got what the author was attempting to do with her novel, understood why her characters were the way they were, and felt hooked by the premise. There were just to many things I could not get past as a reader: The passive narrator, Laurel, who never speaks to anyone about her issues unless forced. The weaving inner monologue and flowery prose. The completely clichéd situations and friends that Laurel finds. I wanted to like this book so much, but couldn't.