It's like I've just read a twisted yet introspective version of Mean Girls with a little bit of Skins added into it. And death being the center of it all. It's just one of those books, you know? When you have to read until the end to see if it's worth pursuing or not. I'm glad to say that it was. 
 Quite the concoction, this novel turned out to be. It's retrospective. It's extraordinary. It's beautiful in a certain way. I can't word it exactly but I guess I'd have to try. It's the kind of beautiful that's striking and wistful. The kind of beautiful that asks you to look closer, that you have to look closer. That you have to delve deeper to know that it's not what it seems, that it's more than that, that it's not superficial.