Meh. It was a slip of a book, finished reading it during the span of a doctor's visit. But whereas some brief books such as "Of Mice and Men" wring hot tears out of my eyes at every iteration, this one had barely any characterization for me to care about either of the main characters or to be convinced of their love for each other. One was supposedly a bookish girl, one a super-jock. They curse at each other a few times, and then bang! They're together. He likes her _because_ she mouths off at him, and she apparently always liked him because he was hot. 
 Which is fine. Plenty can be done with that. But the author is practically Biblical in his brevity, and when she's dying I still didn't have time to know her. 
 Oh well. At least it didn't waste too much of my time.