HERE I AM SWEARING AT MYSELF OVER AND OVER AGAIN. 
 "You've done it again, you read another one of Hoover's books." And it will take me days, weeks, maybe even months to get over it. Why do I do this to myself? I should have learnt my lesson after 4 books... 
 I doubted Hoover would be able to hit me in the feels as hard as she did when I finished Slammed, but I was so wrong. I was so terribly, utterly wrong. And now, I suffer the consequences. It's like taking an arrow through the chest, and then having twisted. It hurts. Heart-wrenching pain. I'm internally screaming and clutching my chest. 
 This book wrecked me, destroyed me, and melted my heart. No words can express what I'm feeling right now. 
 Hoover is one of the best writers I've ever come across. Her style is beautiful and genius. And the story...holy shit. I'm beyond amazed, and "beyond amazed" is an understatement. 
 Pick up this book, and prepare yourself. Wait, don't bother, because nothing can prepare you for this.