I loved this book so much. Like far too much. 
 I cried a little. 
 Imagine going into something hoping to just tolerate but coming out completely adoring it. 
 I was checking all the other reviews and someone described this book as 'quiet'. I completely agree. It's the sort of quiet that draws you in slowly but surely. The silence helps to focus more, take in the details and feel them inside you. 
 Marin is at college in New York where he best friend Mabel is visiting for the winter break. After her grandfather died she left town quickly and without goodbyes. No spoilers, but this book did a hard-hitting number about identity and betrayal. Also it contrasted Marin in both aspects of her life before and after the incident happened. 
 Nina LaCour is a mistress of prose, interweaving and painting brush strokes of written words to bring them to life in a sweet, sad way. I absolutely loved Marin as a character with her struggles, questions and clemency. The way she constantly compared herself the characters in the books she read. 
 "Before now, there was just terrible stories. But now, they keep swarming in my head, and all of them feel more terrible." 
 I love it so much.