A "summer of my youth" type of book....but I must be getting old because even though I was sure I enjoy reading about high school crushes and young love, something about this one rubs me the wrong way. 
 I'm barely into the beginning of the book, but it seems the main character's sole mental existence revolves around specific boys in her life. No other aspirations, interests or goals. She even states that she counts down her life based on the summers she gets to go to the beach to live with these guys who are the sons of her mom's friend. >_> That's...nice? But I can't relate. 
 It seems written well-enough, but it's not for me.