Young adults need thought-provoking books on mental health, but the proliferation of "mad woman" literature generally fails to provide relatable characters. Protagonists like Molly Pierce spend the majority of their stories confused, panicked, and lost while being managed or pitied by the supporting cast. In this book, the main character is so lost, even the readers can't find her and get to know her until the very end of the book. 
 The biggest issue I have with this story is the dialogue that seems to go nowhere. The conversations read as a giant ellipsis. For example: 
 "Lyle, hey, wait a second." 
 "Just...just hold on, Mabel. You can't tell me there's nothing -- " 
 "There's nothing! Okay? I'm sorry. Lyle, there's nothing." 
 This is an entire conversation. Sigh. Perhaps I just wasn't invested enough in the characters to fill in the gaps myself? I guess I'm just looking for a female version of It's Kind of a Funny Story.