I love Stephanie Perkins' writing. Her style is just so fabulous and sweet and swoony. She is so able to capture those feelings of longing and crushing that is so demonstrative of being a teen. I love that so much. 
 However, as much as I love her as an author, there was just something...missing for me in this book. Maybe it's because it was a completely different circumstance than Anna and Lola's books. I don't know, but I was not nearly as connected this time. 
 Don't get me wrong, I still liked it enough to give it 4 stars, but I did not get the same "omgomgomg" feeling like I did with Anna. I felt separated from the characters somehow, like maybe they weren't as fully developed or something. I wanted to love them, and I think I did love what I did know about Josh. I liked Isla all right, but not as much as Anna, and at one point I REALLY disliked her--maybe even more than Lola, who I didn't like at all. 
 I don't know how to explain what I mean. I guess what I'm saying is: with Anna, I finished the book and immediately turned back to the beginning and read it again. That's how much I loved Anna and St. Clair and their whole story. In fact, I re-read them at least once a year, even now. I would re-read Isla for Josh, but I WISH so hard that we'd gotten MORE of him. More depth, more of the him that is hidden inside. I wanted to be IN LOVE with his character. 
 All in all, yes, I liked this book. It was sweet and cute and all the things Stephanie Perkins' books are expected to be. But, for me, it was just a degree or two detached. I just didn't get THERE. If that makes any sense.