This book broke my heart (I want to emphasize that it is a REAL DOWNER of a story, in case that influences your reading timing/choices) and, unfortunately, irked me at the same time. Honestly, in a time where I feel like I need books to be an escape from the real world, this was probably not the right one to read right now, but, you know, library waitlists and all. 
 Anyway, this story is about Griffin, a teenage boy who has OCD and falls in love with his best friend, Theo, who succumbs to a drowning accident (known from the beginning). Every other chapter goes from history to more current time, and much of it is written in second person to Theo from Griffin. I enjoyed the format. 
 The angst was palpable and broke my heart at times, but all I could process after a certain point was my annoyance at Griffin's parents while Griffin was acting out and increasingly unable to function normally after Theo's death, plus suffering his escalating OCD. "GET HIM HELP!" I wished I could shout at them. I grew irritated that his parents didn't care soon enough about what was going on with him and worked around his OCD demands like they were NBD. I recognize that for this particular plot to work, they had to be relatively clueless and NOT helping him handle his problems, as is often the case in YA literature, but it took me right out of the story. 
 Silvera is a talented writer and his is a wonderful voice in YA LGBTQ literature, but I didn't connect with these characters or plot, or the friend-based romances. I found that I was pushing through to the end to get through it, not necessarily because I needed to know how it ends. Maybe it's just me though? I recognize I'm not exactly the target audience. I think it's just me.