I was an only child for much of my life, then, by an unfortunate twist of fate, when I was almost 10 years old, my sister came along. For much of my life after that, the sister and I fought like cats and dogs, mainly because I was a controlling little teenager who viewed my toddler sister as a slave/dog that I could send to fetch whatever I needed. As much as we fought, there was never any sort of conflict on the grand scale of that within this book. Holy crap, this book was filled with massive amounts of adrenaline and testosterone. Ok, so the boys are hot, I don't care. It only works in my sexual fantasies if they actually get along. 
 I get that the author is trying to build the family dynamic and portray the conflicts between siblings. Maybe I'm wrong, having grown up with just a sister, and this is actually how boy siblings get along. It was just frustrating and an experiment in slow torture for me to read about all the fighting, both verbal and those involving fisticuffs. 
 I felt the plotline was extremely slow. I really had no idea what was going on for the first 1/4 of the book. It was just a lot of fighting between brothers, brothers being assholes to Becca, and other people being assholes to Becca. If I gave this book 2 stars, 1.5 was given out of sympathy for Becca, who went through so much shit in the book. I felt so bad for her, in light of all the horrible news stories about girls being raped/gang raped/almost raped and being shamed to it to an extent that they'd kill themselves. 
 And is it a rule that every teenage protagonist have an annoying, overbearing best friend? I just wanted to strangle Quinn for most of the scenes in which she makes an appearance. 
 I finished the book, but I really have no idea what the book was about; it's a frustrating book that doesn't quite reach its blurb potential.