This book, to me, felt like an afternoon after it's just rained. There's this sense of melancholy all throughout the actual rainfall, but also a feeling that you weren't alone, because a lot of people were probably experiencing the same rain too. Then after the rain's done, there's this sense of rebirth. Petrichor lingers in the air, as well as the grayness of the sky, but you know the sun's still there lurking behind the clouds. 
 That was the same feeling I've felt when I read The Sea of Tranquility by Katja Millay. I loved the teen angst that pervaded this book, and I also deeply related to the familial guilt that Aristotle carried around inside himself even though he was responsible for none of it, and I found a kindred spirit in that. 
 10/10 Would read again