By now it's no secret that I am a disciple of Ellen Hopkins and I basically think she's a genius, but even despite my bias, this book was objectively amazing. 
 The writing! Whenever I read her books, I find myself thinking during every single poem, "This is how it's done." Hopkins just writes the hell out of her books. This one was no exception. The imagery was breathtaking and the emotional descriptions were perfectly precise, and it's this more than anything else that will force me to remember this book in the coming weeks. 
 The story was skillfully crafted as well. The description of it implies the entire book is about sex, but I was pleased to find it was much more balanced than that. We have the hedonist, Holly, who is looking for anything and anyone to distract her from her lifeless marriage. She is counter-weighted by Andrea, who is actually single but level-headedly wants to focus on her teenage daughter rather than her own love life. And they are both offset by the heartbreaking tragedy that is Marissa, who spends her time caring for her terminally ill daughter and waiting for her husband to take a break from work. 
 Another thing I liked, and this is something I appreciate about Hopkins in general, was the openness of the ending. Although we got a glimpse of the women's lives post-book, everything wasn't wrapped up neatly and resolved completely, in a way that was very realistic. 
 The only criticism I might have for this book was that I kept forgetting who was who as the story switched viewpoints, and I especially kept forgetting which two mains were sisters. I had to consult the description on the jacket multiple times to remember. I'm not sure it could have been done much differently, although perhaps the voices could have been differentiated a little more clearly. But their circumstances were different enough that it became more clear as the book went on, and that fault could really just come down to my own lack of focus.