WillaCatheter (remember him?) once told me not to write the review before I finished the book.
WELP I went on a rant about something that wasn't even really what was happening because there were 11 fucking pages left and it turns out hey, fucko in Maine who'll never be as successful as me, Gayle Forman here, and you can take your rant and shove it right up your ass because they do get together. Happy endings do happen.
Holy shit my emotions right now. I can't.
Fuck me. I want a sliver of this woman's talent. Jesus Christ. She made me go from pure fury from "protagonists just happy to move on from each other" to pure joy at the protagonists fucking each other's brains out.
I need a cigarette.