Actual rating: 2.5 
 First line: "We sat at the edge of the ocean --my sister, Henri, and I-- inches apart but not touching at all." 
 I honestly don't know how to feel about this book. I was ready to abandon it at the 50, 100, 150 page mark, but I pushed through because I wanted to see if it got better. It wasn't hard to keep going, as the story is compelling enough, but the characters made me so angry and frustrated. I could see all the dumb, infuriating decisions they were going to make a mile away, and yet, I kept reading. 
 There wasn't a single character in this story I could say I liked. Emma annoyed the shit out of me with her blind devotion for her sister. It got to the point of being pathetic that she worshiped the ground Henri walked on. She could see the major faults her sister had, but nope, that never stopped her from going wherever she went or listening to whatever she said. I don't understand how there was so much adoration for Henri. She was a manipulative, lying bitch, and while maybe she had some redemption later on, by then it was too late because I completely hated her. She wasn't worth all the attention she was getting. My opinion of Alex is kind of murky. He didn't really do anything wrong but there's just something that stopped me from being won over by him. The rest of the characters I had a mild dislike for, and one was the center for a trope I absolutely despise and wished stopped appearing so often in YA books. 
 Again, the story is compelling enough but I mostly read it with a simmering dislike for the entire thing. I feel like a lot of other people with think differently about this story and see it as a look at the intense relationships between sisters, but oh well.