Is it possible to love yet hate a book at the same time? Or maybe the author? Cause that's what I'm feeling right now and it's tearing me apart. 
 Lauren Oliver, you meanie! You create such nasty, self-obsessed characters, but put them in this amazing, compelling plot, I can't even decide whether I should just stop reading or bite my lip and continue!?! Well, I'm glad I finished the book, and I'm glad Sam wasn't so annoying in the end. 
 Besides that though, the characters were so intricately crafted, they didn't even feel like fictional characters, but rather, living, breathing human beings. Lyndsay, the wild and cowardly troublemaker. Kent, the calm headed, gentle boy. And best, Samantha, the shallow, narcissistic bitch. 
 I'm not even going to sugar-coat it. Samantha just kept on stumbling upon her mistakes through her whole week of redemption. Every time she does and repeats something mean, I can't help but cringe and bite my knuckles, my heart screaming, "No! Stop!" But persevering through and following the plot's twists and turns, the change in Samantha will make everything worth it. 
 I think the morals this book laid out on the table was really meaningful. Too bad Samantha had to die to realize them.