I didn't really like this book until the end. Because at the end is when the action starts. The rest of the book is, "I don't want to catch the disease, but I think I am. I don't want to be like my mom, but I am. I miss my mom. I want to get cured, but at the same time I don't." There's a lot of talk. Then at the end, action. 
 The ending also broke my heart. I was like "No! Now you can't make a sequel!" But of course, there is. 
 The book wasn't bad. But I don't know if I could really accept how freaking insane the idea of love as a disease is. I mean, they talk about it like it's a freaking cold! "How did she catch it?", "Don't get to close. She's diseased.", "Don't smile to much. You might look suspiciously diseased.", "OH! MY! GOD! You're favorite color is sunrise!!".....I didn't like it. I know it's supposed to be insane, but I didn't like it. 
 The book wasn't bad. Far from it. I can totally understand the sorts of underlying meaning the author was trying to convey, but it was a little too far out there for me. 
 Rating: Like sort of a 2.5