If there's one word that describes how I felt with this book, it'd be "underwhelmed." I know that's partially because of the hype and constant love for this book that's spread all over social media, but I just... didn't feel it. At times, I was actually bored with it. It wasn't a bad book, but it's not one I think I'll reread in the future. 
 The book had some great moments. I loved that Simon had a life outside of his sexuality. He had interests and extra-curricular activities and friends - omg, so many friends. At times, it reminded me of my high school circle - friends dating friends, drama within the circle, etc. It was real and authentic, as was the voice of this book. His family was quirky but cool. 
 But then there was so much this book lacked. Did Simon even have feelings? There was no serious panic over the blackmail. There was no serious panic over the Tumblr post during Christmas break. There was no real emotion, and I NEED emotion in books. I need to feel something. There was no real plot, no major action. Even the conflict was lackluster. Everything wrapped up too neatly and easily. It was so unrealistic. I live in the deep south. People aren't this accepting. (Some, yes, but the majority, no) It just all fell so flat. We walked through day by day life with Simon, watched him obsess over a boy while he had no other real feelings, and then we had this super lackluster Blue reveal. 
 Like I said, it wasn't a *bad* book at all. I actually finished it, which says more for it than 75% of the books I attempt to read. It held my attention (for the most part), but about 160 pages in, it just started to falter. In all honesty, it didn't even feel like an LGBT book to me. It was just too light and breezy. It wasn't heavy, even in moments that could've (and maybe even should've) been heavy. For me, it's a one time read. If you're looking to branch into LGBT books, you can start here. It's not uncomfortable, and it fits the typical YA romance quota. Other people seem to absolutely love it.