I watched the movie version at some point and honestly can’t remember anything about it. I saw this in the library and the bright pink spine was just calling to me so I figured I’d give it a try for an easy read. This book felt like it took forever to get through. So boring. It is just mishap after mishap.

Maybe I am to the point where I am too old to read high-school books, but the whole time I was just like, “In real life, you would look back on this and realize how overdramatic you were. None of this is a big deal.” Ironically enough, the things that were a big deal (father’s alcoholism, having sex as a distraction) are the things Bianca doesn’t tell anyone about. Freaking talk about your problems, it’s not that hard.

I think I rolled my eyes more than Bianca did.

After reading the book, I read the author bio and saw that she wrote it her senior year of high school. This makes a lot of sense to me. I see the classic high-school-level-writing-stuff that I did myself in my stories from that time (all the boys love the main character, you analyze books you read in class, you overexplain everything). Kudos to her for finishing a novel, getting it published, and having it made into a movie. But this book was just not for me.