Reading this book was like browsing shitty greeting cards at Duane Reade. I kept reading another one thinking, "maybe THIS is the one I'll like." But they were just all pretty bad. I enjoyed Rainbow Rowell's story, but that was first. The one by Matt de la Pena was good until the end when it took a sappy, disappointing turn. The one by Ally Carter was so bad I just stopped reading the book. Poorly written, gross, uninteresting. I was talking to someone about this and kept saying, "I KIND of liked the one by ..." but realized later that my standards had just been lowered so much and I was desperately trying to find enjoyment. This is fluffy, lovey dovey YA. If you enjoy that, you'll love the stories. I realized that while I do enjoy YA, it's not this kind.