The writing was awful, an insult to YA. The characters had "quirks" you've seen a million times, the dialogue wasn't remotely believable, and the MC made me want to stab something with her angst. The author tried to avoid the insta-love cliche by giving the protagonist an alcoholic absent father that's made her want to avoid falling in love at all costs. Yet she does. From page one she is all over that boy and the hurdles in the way just drag it out and make it even more annoying than if they'd just thrown in the towel from the beginning and did it on a picnic table. 
 All that being said, the plot was brilliantly paced, there was always enough action to keep everything moving. Much like the awful Twilight series, you can't stop reading because you're enjoying yourself... But you feel bad about it. If you're into that sort of self loathing, add it to your TBR pile. Otherwise, steer clear.