I was not prepared for that cry-fest. I mean, seriously! that title is too misleading. I picked it up from the library, thinking that I kind of remembered people saying it was at least good. and the blurb on the inside cover reminded me of Simon Vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda, a.k.a. the best LGBT romance I have ever read. 
 stupid me. 
 now there is a pile of Kleenex sitting next to my bed, which I haven't moved from in the past 3 hours, and I feel a hole in my chest where my heart should be. 
 yet at the same time, i feel healed. watching Aaron slog through the homophobia and his depression to come out happy healed my soul in a way I didn't know was possible. 
 and this book isn't on my holy-shit-that-ending shelf because the plot twists were particularly unexpected. those twists (especially part zero) tore my heart up into a million pieces and sewed them back up into something ... more whole. 
 that's why I love this book. I've been trying to figure it out while writing this review, and that's why. because more than everything else, I feel like this book just made me more. more depressed, more angry, more understanding. more whole. more healed. 
 so above all, I'd like to thank Silvera for writing this amazing book and having the courage to publish it. 
 and I urge you to do yourself a favor: read this book. see whether it leaves you more happy than not.