If your intentions are pure, I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world. 
 Best...personal...ad...ever. 
 Tiffanie DeBartolo - her words slay me. This wasn't quite as good as her other book How to Kill a Rock Star, but I still can't believe this was her first novel. For a first effort, it was quite impressive. Hell, I can't believe more people haven't read her work. There is something about the way this woman puts words together which makes my brain hurt, but in a good way. We move from poetic to witty...from heartfelt to heartbreaking. I am in awe of how the words on the page have me smiling one moment and crying the next. 
 The very first lines of the book should have anyone intrigued about what's going to happen. 
 When I was twelve, a fortune teller told me that my one true love would die young and leave me all alone. 
 If you don't feel something when you are finished reading one of DeBartolo's books, I honestly don't know what to say. Be it anger, sorrow, joy, frustration, satisfaction...there should be some sort of emotion rolling around in your brain by the time you close the pages. I already knew how this book was going to end and still found myself emotional. 
 Jacob - How could anyone not love the offbeat tormented soul that was Jacob? He was the being which gave this book a life. 
 "Don't tell me Jacob is reckless. Jacob is not reckless. Jacob just wants to feel things. He wants to live, something you wouldn't know the first thing about." 
 Beatrice (Trixie) - She's unsettled, unsatisfied, and looking for a way out. 
 Maybe that was the dreamer in me. I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence. 
 Two broken people brought together by fate or coincidence? Even I had to stop and wonder about this. 
 This story was more than just a love story. It was a life story. We watched real people live real lives. We saw the good, the bad, and the ugly. I can't tell you much more than this. I HAVE to be vague. Just read the book and you'll get why this non-review says nothing other than what you will find out right at the start. 
 Minor complaints I have would revolve around a few repetitive scenes, some slight editing issues, and a few moments where the tone mirrored How to Kill a Rock Star in brief flashes. I don't have too much to complain about though. I know that it can be off-putting to see some of the constant complaining from the characters about SoCal and I get that, since I'm a native Cali girl myself, but DeBartolo gave props to San Francisco, so I was somewhat pacified with that turn of events. O.o 
 This book captured my heart and ripped it out at the same time. 
 I loved Jacob and Trixie. I shall miss them. 
 "You're the world's muse, Trixie." 
 "I just want to be your muse." 
 "Done."