So, I finally read this book. I'd been putting it off mostly because I felt I needed to be emotionally ready for it. I doubt I was any more emotionally ready now than two months ago, but there you go. I couldn't ignore the story anymore. I'm sure I have nothing in the form of a review to be said that has not already been said. The tears I cried over this novel are not any more special than the tears cried by anyone else I have known that's read this book. The important thing is that it was touching, and it was raw. It told a serious story. It didn't write down to young adults. It didn't write down to love. And it didn't write down to life, posing the question of how we should ultimately be spending the time we're given. This book deserves absolutely all the press and accolades it has received this year.