This book is kind of like The Lovely Bones if: 
 1. The main character is an irritating twit 
 "Oh, yeah." I hold the card next to my face and flash a wicked grin at my phone camera. I post the photo to Instagram and show Amber. 
 Watch out, LA, I'm on my way. #retailtherapy #thanksdad 
 2. If her family/friends gave two fucks about her death/disappearance 
 Trent doesn't bite. "She's probably just run away to LA for the day." 
 "He's right, you know," Lauren chimes in, a little too brightly. "We all saw her Instagram pic. She's probably walking Rodeo Drive as we speak." 
 Amber's expression darkens. "She was supposed to take me." I can hear her thinking, Bitch. 
 I wave a hand in her face. "I didn't not take you, Amber. I'm dying, not shopping on Rodeo Drive." 
 I glance at Lauren, who's back to studying her nails. "Whatever," she says. "You know Nicole. Anything to get attention." 
 3. If there was a cliched paranormal romance between the popular (and dead!) main character and the school Bad Boy 
 My heart sinks. 
 It's Dale Finnigan. 
 Of all the people to finally hear me, it has to be the one person least likely to want to help me. If that's not irony, I don't know what is. 
 4. If there was a wtf moment of Christian sanctimoniousness 
 "Maybe I do. Maybe this is why God kept me alive in that car . . . for this situation right here." His voice shakes with the force of his conviction. 
 "I don't believe in God," I mutter. 
 Dale's gaze softens. "It doesn't matter, because He believes in you." 
 Ok, maybe it's not so much like The Lovely Bones after all.