Let me sum this up for you:

Caroline's greatest sin in this book is A) lying about being friends with fictional characters to save face, and B) lying about her reason for wanting to go to Ashmore (shock shock, it's a boy).

And yet everyone, including her mother and therapist, treats her like she's told an INSANELY SERIOUS LIE THAT COULD SIGNAL A TOTAL PSYCHOLOGICAL BREAKDOWN HOLY SHIT. Caroline was treated like one of those hardcore drug addicts that steal from grandma and sell their bodies for money as far as trust goes, and it was utterly ridiculous.

I mean, are you seriously telling me we need to pull a girl from school because she chose that school because a boy she liked was going there? Do you seriously think Caroline is the FIRST GIRL EVER to let a romantic interest influence her choice of college? Holy shit.

(Also, because I've finally hit my limit: From this point on, any book I read that shoves even ONE hamfisted "Fuck da Patriarchy!" reference in a book, especially YA, it immediately loses a star. I cannot even begin to make you understand how common this has become, and it's a virtue-signaling tool for the author. I hate it, and I've hit my limit with it.)