I sort of have a love/hate relationship with Rainbow's books. Besides 
 Eleanor & Park 
 , which will for-ever-ever be one of my favorite books (not counting the ending, grr), I didn't care for Attachments and I was fairly underwhelmed with Fangirl, so I'll admit I dragged my feet on starting this one because I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it. 
 And even now that I'm finished, I'm not sure how I feel. 
 Did I like it? Yes. 
 Was it what I expected? Absolutely not even close. 
 Did I love it? No. 
 Would I recommend it to a friend? Yes, because this one--more than any of her other books--gave me feels similar to my two favorite teenagers. I got clenchy and swooned and I wanted to put Neal in my pocket (or let him draw all over me). He wasn't the typical book hero, with bulging muscles and height that rivals the Sears Tower. He was short and stout, but incredibly sweet and he was guilty of nothing but loving a girl too much who (at times) took him a little bit for granted. But what husband or wife isn't guilty of that sometimes? 
 Rainbow wrote a very real, very relatable story for any married person out there to identify with (not counting the slight magical element thrown in, which was what I didn't expect). I mean, after reading the description, I was thinking these two were going to be talking on the phone in their childhood bedrooms and reconnecting as a couple. I had no idea it would come out how it did, but she made it work and in the end, I was left smiling. So if you're looking for something out of the norm with real relationships and mistakes and pure, sweet love, this book is exactly the right choice for you.