I ended up reading my first book for the new year in one sitting, which is something that rarely happens to me anymore, which in itself should tell you something.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to relate to YA books, because the writing is so clearly targeted toward teenagers, and I am definitely not one. With this book, however, I felt like the book was targeted at anyone who is /or ever has been/ a teenager. It was so easy to remember all the confusion, and anger, and the lack of direction.
I loved all of the key characters and really felt for them, and I thoroughly enjoyed the boys' relationships with their families. Though I can freely admit that I was nowhere near this merciful with my parents at sixteen.