I wanted to love this book so much. I loved Ari and Dante and I thought this would be no exception. Like Ari and Dante, this book is mostly character driven, not plot driven. I did connect with the characters a lot on a personal level; my mom is really shitty and my grandma, who died of breast cancer 2 years ago was the light of my life. So there was a lot of reasons for me to like this book. 
 Unfortunately, I honestly feel like this was one of those "it's me, not the book" moments. I took forever to read this because I could not get into it. At all. The writing seemed off to me, and I just couldn't get into it. I also felt like the book was too long and could've been done in a lot less pages. 
 I want to reread this one day, because this is truly a beautiful book, but there was just a few problems I couldn't get past.