Disappointing, to say the least

I wanted to love this story because the premise sounded fantastic. But I couldn’t.

I think what it boils down to is that this book suffers from an identity crisis.
If it wants to be a story about loss and friendship and grief, then have the character feel those emotions and not sweep the impact of someone’s death under the rug.
If you want it to be a romance, then give us *actual* romance. Give us real moments of connection in the present, not just summarized (!) backstory in which the love interest cares about the protagonist, who acts selfish and unpleasant the whole way through. I kept wishing for some acknowledgement of her mistakes, but she only ever addresses past behaviors internally when she’s frustrated about how they’re making *her* life harder.
Especially at the end. She makes everything about herself; there’s no growth. Yes, teenagers have a tendency to be self-obsessed, and that’s cool. But again, it needs to be addressed accordingly. Some accountability would’ve been nice.

The prose was beautiful, I’ll say that. I just wish there’d been less summary and more of the story unfolding. It messed up the pacing.

And what’s with the weird “before I can look away, they [two queer people] kiss”??? Completely rubbed me the wrong way.

I didn’t buy into the supposed deep connection between the protagonist and the love interest. It just wasn’t there, really. She was such a jerk. Justice for Miller!

In terms of the plot that did happen, it felt contrived and unrealistic. A real disappointment of a book.

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