Oh, it's one of those. 
 I thought it was kind of written okay, since it was written in first person by an annoying teenage Aussie girl who apparently can't stop thinking about which boy she wants to duck. Come on, FUCK. But this is not my kind of book, with its obligatory awkward name. Thankfully there are no daft names and people seem to have normal-looking eyes. Generic YA survival shit. If you like that, fine, read it.