The things I didn't like about this book - the endless "No, he cannot possibly fancy me... OMG, he fancies MEEEEEEE!" - would've been great if I was fourteen. Okay, okay, so I am not the intended demographic for this book, and therefore should keep my nose out of the YA section, but the 'OMG, our friend is totally, like, really dead!' aspect of the story appealed to me. And it's done well, and the 'confession' section of the book is riveting. It's a shame that it all turns to mush and lovey-dovey stuff. Even so, I enjoyed it, and would've liked a little more story to find out what happened next, as it ends on a sort-of cliffhanger that not even Sly Stallone could deal with. 
 [That's a great movie, btw.] 
 If I was 14, this would probably be at least a four-star read. Sadly, for this novel and for me, I am not, and therefore it isn't.