Eh. This book had a bunch of problems. Firstly, if someone I knew had been poisoned by a box of Cheerios, I would throw out all the Cheerios in my house and not eat them again for a long time, if ever. I would certainly not give some to my pregnant sister. Next, we have to read through silly arguments between her and Gage that I suppose were to add a bit a flavour to the story but mostly felt like teenage drama. I guess I'll chalk it up to sexual frustration. Speaking of which, what kind of dick move is it to schedule a wedding 2 weeks after your matron of honour gives birth? Also, who cares about Greece, not me! Why in the world did that get brought up so much?