This book... 
 So maybe the cover kinda sucks, and maybe Saba is a bitch and Jack is a dumbass and DeMalo is creepy as fuck, but I don't care. It doesn't matter. There's just something about this book that drew me in, kept me wanting more. I was tense, anxious, nervous to find out what happened next and for once wanting to skip to the end, not because it was awful, but because I just needed to know what was going to happen. For my sanity. And this is the reason why I fell in love with YA. I don't know why I ever strayed away from it. 
 It took me a little while to get used to the writing again, and the fact that there aren't any quotation marks, but once I got the hang of it, there was no turning back. Moira Young just makes you feel. Even if you don't like the characters or the plot. How she makes you hate someone and love them at the same time, constantly questioning whether they're really all that bad. Multi-faceted characters, is what I think they would call it. And though it had been some time since I read the first one, I wasn't lost. The world picks up right where it left off and it's like you're smack-dab in the middle of it. 
 I took my time with this book. Really paid attention to the words and savored every single description and emotion. All I know is that the next one, and there better be a next one, needs to come out soon. For my sanity.