This book is about a cancer-stricken teenaged girl who died sacrificing her life for her unborn baby and a teenaged single father, and it's probably the best form of birth control in a book that I've ever read. 
 Which isn't to say it's good. It's not. There's nothing wrong with the writing. There's nothing wrong with the story. This is just my personal opinion, and call me heartless if you will ("she's calling a girl who died of cancer stupid! Omg! Burn her, burn her!"), but this book is about teenagers doing what teenagers do best: making the worst decisions ever. And remember, I, too, was a stupid teenager once upon a time. I'm not condemning teenagers. I'm condemning a complete lack of common sense by the main characters, who happen to be teenagers. 
 You might agree with me or disagree with me, because the topics with which this book deals, namely, teenaged pregnancy and the decision to sacrifice a life for that of an unborn child, is bound to be highly contentious. This is merely my opinion of it. 
 Addendum: In my opinion, the decision to raise a child should not be made lightly. It should be made by consenting adult(s). A child deserves to be raised by parents who are emotionally responsible, who are financially stable, who are ready to bring a life into this world, who are prepared to love the child. 
 In my opinion, loving a child means giving it the best life possible, and a child should not be brought into the world without giving it the best possibilities of having a good, healthy life. 
 So there's this awesome, popular young high-school couple. Meg and Ryden. Meg is a brilliant student, beautiful to boot. She has a bright future in front of her. Ryden is popular; a fantastic soccer player. He is on his way to a full-ride scholarship to UCLA. They've been in school together since middle school, but Ryden never really notices the shy, quiet Meg...until one day when he finally notices her. They fall madly in love. Life is perfect. 
 Except Meg has cancer and is on chemotherapy. And Ryden and Meg made the decision to have sex without a condom. Meg finds out she is pregnant. Against literally EVERYONE's wishes, Meg brilliantly decides to stop the chemotherapy so she could have the baby. It's only 7 months of no chemotherapy so she could have a baby. What harm could that do?! 
 And so our brilliant scholar 1) had sex without a condom, 2) stops chemotherapy so she could 3) be a teenaged mother. Brilliant decisions. Brilliant. 
 Surprise, surprise, 7 months of chemotherapy when you've got full-on cancer is serious fucking business. Meg has the baby. Meg dies. Meg's parents want nothing to do with the baby, ironically named Hope. Now Ryden is a single dad, trying to take care of a baby despite knowing nothing about being a dad (never having had one of his own). He's on the verge of losing his scholarship to UCLA. He might not even be able to go to college. He blames himself constantly for his girlfriend's death. 
 It's not that I blame Hope or want her to go away or anything like that. 
 I just wish I'd realized that Meg's birth control pills weren't going to work because of all the chemo. I wish I'd used a condom. I wish Meg had listened to me and gotten the abortion--I wish I'd fought even harder for that. Because if any of those things had happened, Meg might still be here. 
 Two lives destroyed. Boom. 
 Oh, but there's a new life, a baby! A baby who will grow up with a dad who barely knows what to do with her, a baby whose grandparents neglect her. A baby who will never know her mother. A baby who will grow up knowing her mother sacrificed her own life to save her. A baby whose dad's life has been ruined because of her. A baby. Because that's worth two young lives' destruction. 
 Thank you, but no, thank you. Flame me if you want. Call me heartless if you want, but for me, this book was an unending stream of idiocy. Do I feel pity? Of course I do. But it could all have been so easily prevented.