I loved the little blip on the dust jacket. I did. I really did. I absolutely love romantic YA stories so I figured this would be exactly what I was looking for. And I continued loving it as I flipped through the copyright information, the acknowledgement, and the dedication. Then I found the first page of the book and it all fell out the window from there. 
 The first thing that annoyed me was the grammar on Camille's part. I'm usually NOT a Grammar Nazi (or not one of the annoying ones that comment on EVERY little mistake) but it felt more like I was reading a blog or some silly comment on Yahoo News rather than an actual book. It just didn't feel professional to me and I sat there attempting to dissect the first page, trying to ignore the lack of capitalization and commas and whatnot. 
 Flipping to the second page, I realized that feeling it was like a blog was right. Each little rant or cryptic story Camille writes about has a new heading and just randomly jumps around. One moment she's telling us about her new house in Chicago and next we're talking about some mysterious boy or her friend in San Francisco. And whenever Camille meets a new person, she connects them back to her old friends from a past city until it feels like they're the same person. Maybe that's just me, but I found that beyond annoying. 
 I somehow managed to make it through Camille's blobs before realizing half of the page is a blob and the other half is free verse. I may have groaned at this part since most every time I read books that are split into sections (like the silliness Cassandra Clare is starting to do) I end up not liking the book. And to make matters worse, it's written in different styles. 
 Okay onto Becca. Becca's part is written in free verse and has much better grammar than Camille's ginormous paragraph so the Grammar Nazi in me could take a break. What ticked me off about Becca is her obsession with Alec. Alec this, Alec that. Alec might as well be her life support as she's lying in a white hospital room in coma from the way she worships the guy. She's incapable of doing anything sane without Alec and sacrifices her own happiness for his. Which is so NOT okay. I thought I left poor dependent girlfriends in Twilight but sadly, I was mistaken. 
 And then when Alec goes off and kisses Camille (before you spaz at me for ruining the book, it's in the dust jacket so take a breather), making Becca this little gray cloud of depression, it ruined all hope of me ever liking Becca. 
 Maybe Becca changes and then again, maybe she doesn't. This is about the time I put the book down before saying, "You know what? Forget it." It was torture enough reading this book and I almost felt bad after seeing all these wonderful reviews of it. Almost, of course, being the keyword. And I do feel bad about hating on this book so hard when I didn't even finish it.