ACTUAL RATING: 0 STARS Warning for excessive cursing.Life's too short to read a shitty book. If, at 25% into a book, you still fucking hate it, then it is the responsibility of the reader to end such a book (or, in this case, put it the fuck down, because you deserve better than that) before you end yourself. I was once the type that believed you should always push through and finish ever book you read, no matter how fucking awful it really is. Maybe it'll get better. But you know what? I cannot see anything that could possibly save this work of fiction.Let's start with Will #1; boring as hell, and a cardboard cutout John Green boy--melancholic and pretentious. He has no chemistry with Plain Jane, and I mean absolutely fucking none, and yet somehow they're still WILDLY attracted to one another; i.e., pretentious John Green Boy falls for mysterious, indie-loving John Green Girl. It's not like we've all read that one four times before or anything. And then there's Tiny Cooper. Maybe Mr. Green thought he could erase all the other boring, inaccurate stereotypes he pumped into Tiny by making him huge and on the football team, but the gay stereotypes were still fucking exhausting. Tiny was so self-obsessed and cliche that I hated him right from the get-go, as well as all the other boring-as-fuck characters from Green's chapters. 
 And then there's Will #2. 
 This is my first encounter with David Levithan, and it was a horrible one; I have a bad taste in my mouth reading this piece of shit, and I hesitate to read another book by him. Maybe in the future, I'll try his work out, but I am not looking forward to it.For those who haven't read this shit book, Will #2 is a whiny, edgy, obnoxious-as-HELL little bitch who can be summarized as this: a modern Holden Caulfield x 10, and then add the phrase "2 edgy 5 me." He's supposedly depressed, but Levithan's writing is so fucking offensive to my eyes and my brain that I almost closed this fucking book during chapter two, when I first met his character. Talk about a fucking pissbaby jackoff. What a little fucking asshole. There's absolutely NOTHING to like about the little shithead. He's a dick to his mom, a bully to his friends, and we're supposed to love him because, what? He's depressed? He's gay? Yeah, sorry. Will #2 can go fuck himself.Basically, this book is shit and I hate it. I'm certain that the only reason it's got such a high rating is because John Green fangirls are deluded into thinking he's nothing short of a god of literature, and I hate to break it to them, but he's not. He's so far from it. If you read this, don't say I didn't warn your ass.