Rating: 4.5/5 
 Here's what nobody tells you: 90 percent of the tine, when you fall in love, somebody gets burned. 
 This is it: 
 somehow, in these pictures, 
 the mystery of the accident is contained, 
 and the explanation for Dara's subsequent behaviour, 
 for the silences and disappearances. 
 Don't ask me how I know. 
 I just do. 
 If you don't understand that, 
 I guess you've never had a sister. 
 The reason I didn't write my own synopsis, like I usually do in my reviews, for this book is because I didn't know how. If you have read Suicide Notes from Beautiful Girls and We Were Liars, then mix the two together and Vanishing Girls is what you'll find. If you haven't read the two books I mentioned then go read them and have your mind fucked up (excuse my french, but they're both edgy and compelling and bloody brilliant). You could feel the book building up to something all the way through, as if it wasn't what it seemed. The ending wasn't just what I wanted, not wishy-washy and it answered all my questions; because if I'm completely honest, books that leave me with questions just piss me off - I didn't just read 400 pages to have none of my questions answered. 
 Lauren Oliver delivered this fantastically, just as she did with Panic and the Delirium trilogy. It was cunning, sly, intriguing, full of suspicion, loss and the thoughts of one sister to another. In short, it kept me on the edge of my seat and is now my favourite novel from Oliver. 
 Thank you for reading and please leave any thoughts or replies in the comments! 
 - ella