The worst book I've ever read. I actually read through the whole thing, just so I could give a "proper review." And because I was hoping there would be something remotely redeeming about it. But there wasn't. The characters were all idiots, especially Raven. I could rant about her all day if I wanted. She's a Mary-Sue if I've ever seen one, and a completely hyper, whiny brat. "No one understands me!" Yeah. Maybe because everyone in the book talked and acted like they were eight years old. Really, there was no way Raven was sixteen. I'm not even going to go there with Trevor. And then the romance between Raven and Alexander. Wow. There's a realistic relationship if I've ever seen one. And yes, that was sarcasm. 
 But the saddest thing about the book was it's very lame attempts at being funny. The only time I laughed was when I finished, because I just couldn't believe this book was serious. I'm sorry, Ms. Schreiber, I just can't believe that you had ever been a "comedienne," despite what your little bio says. No offense. 
 The only thing that saved the book from being a total failure, though, was the slight maturity of descriptions and such. Of course, that was all ruined when Raven would start giving us her opinions. 
 I really don't like giving reviews as negative as this, but I feel this is a special case. I feel bad about that, but if you're thinking of reading this book, my advice is don't. Not unless you're in the mood for annoying characters and a bad plot. 
 P.S. I was very generous with rating this book.