Alone 
 Empty 
 Fraud 
 Fear 
 Where do I even start with this one? This book is not what I thought that it was...and if you've read Punk 57 you might have just chuckled a little bit. I prefer to go in blind when I read a book from Douglas, and I'm glad that I did. I didn't read a single review in fear that I would taint the experience of reading it, and I'm glad that I went with my gut because this book took me by surprise. 
 Misha and Ryen have been pen pals for 7 years. They have a few rules. They've agreed to never look each other up on social media, but vow to never give up writing each other. When Misha sees Ryen for the first time, he realizes that Ryen has not been as honest with him about her true self. 
 I'm good at pretending. 
 I'm not going to go into particulars, because if you haven't read this book yet I want you to be able to have a clean slate to absorb everything that Douglas has to offer. Pen has an amazing ability to create and describe the eeriest and creepiest settings. It's masterful. But her characters are just as carefully crafted and complex as well. Ryen, in particular. You aren't supposed to like Ryen, not at first. But you can't help but be able to relate to her at the same time. If you've read Punk 57 you'll understand my next question. There are two types of people in high school. There's the Ryen's and then there are the Delilah's. Which one were you? 
 You don't want to be alone in high school and if you have friends -good ones or not -you have a little power. High school is like prison in that way. You can't make it on your own. 
 I loved how Misha and Ryen were each other's outlet. That no matter what was going on in their regular lives, they could escape into each other's letters, creating the real version of themselves. 
 Weak people have vices. 
 We all have been our own version of Ryen. That's what makes this book so relatable. I have to say, once I reached the last quarter of the book, I felt let down by Douglas. It was falling flat and I asked myself, "Is this really it? Is this all it is?" Silly, innocent, naive little me. Of course not. We're talking Pen Douglas here. 
 She Punked me. Pen Douglas Punked the hell out of me. Here I was, feeling the disappointment of not getting the whiplash from the impact that Pen always delivers when, BAM, it happens, and I never saw it coming. She is a genius. Pure, fucking, genius.