In the beginning, I really wasn't feeling this book. I was completely disgusted with the main character and truly found myself not caring about her fate. I hated her. She was a MEAN GIRL and a BITCH and no matter how hard I tried to search deep inside for some compassion when her death succumbs her on the first day, I couldn't. I was glad she died... Yeah,terrible, I know... But I'm just trying to be honest about my first impression. 
 As the story progressed, however, I began to see what the author was doing. And with the utmost respect, fell in love with her writing. This book could easily be broken down and discussed in essay form. The process that the author goes through to depict the layers of a person's emotional skin was amazing. I could easily see that as the main character is reliving each day, she is shedding another layer of emotional skin and we are slowly getting a glimpse into who she really is as well as who her friends really are. It was an amazing thing to see in print. 
 Equally amazing, is how it made me feel. I suddenly felt shallow and incredibly remorseful about my initial opinion of her. I truly came to realize that the author is showing me that I too, am no better than those MEAN GIRLS. That I, in spite of myself, judged a book by it's cover. I came to a conclusion about a person without looking deeper in between the lines. And when I realized this, I just couldn't believe how profound this book really is.