Morgan Matson’s books are a weird kind of quandary to me. I’m never particularly entertained by their plot or their romance. I’m never on the edge of my seat wanting to know what happens next. However, something pulls me forward. Something about Matson’s writing style or subject matter compels me to finish the book and feel satisfied when I do.
This book isn’t any different that the other Matson novels I’ve read. I was a little bored reading it, but now that I’m done a strange sort of satisfaction has come over me- like I’ve completed some right of passage.
I think it’s that her characters appeal to the 17 year old girl stuck inside of me. Their experiences and motives and solutions hit me somewhere deep inside and I know that if I were reading this book 12 years ago, I’d be deeply affected by it. I’d relate to it on some other level that adult Allison can’t grasp.
So that’s why this book gets 4 stars. Because something about it touched who I was as a teenager. When I was uncertain and insecure and hopeful. When my best friend was the most important person in my life, but I worried she didn’t like me as much as I liked her. When I had the biggest crush on a boy who I didn’t think could possibly like me back. Until he did!
So even though I felt like this book dragged on a little, I was rooting for Emily to be better the whole time. I was hopeful that things would work out for her. Reading this book was a little like being a teenager that way. I desperately wanted it to end, but now that it has I’m more than a little nostalgic for it.