Realistically cute and adorable
(only when Reid is involved).
Relatable. At some point.
Great representation on the LGBT plot.

But I have depressing issues with the book. It just… didn’t do it for me.

Molly is frustrating. I spent 300 pages in her head which is full of her pitying herself and whining about her appearance, her 26 crushes, and her lack of experience in the dating department. I mean, I get it, it’s okay to sometimes feel anxious and self-conscious, but you have to deal with it. And by dealing with it I mean do something that makes you feel otherwise. If we’re comfortable in our own skin, why do we have to give any craps about what other people think or say. The book doesn’t offer real solutions on the matter. It’s great in portraying “Oh it’s okay to be and feel this and that. You’re not alone.” type of feeling, but not “Here’s what we do to fix this and that.” It’s so not worth the time it takes to finish 300 pages when in the end Molly for the first time feels beautiful because the boy she likes feels the same way. You don’t need a validation from a guy to feel beautiful. And she claims she’s a feminist. Why would any girl feel envy when someone gets called a slut just because the word reassures that the person being called on is beautiful, popular, and fuckable.

The characters are diverse. They are from many different backgrounds. Yet there’s nothing much going on with the plot. Nothing complicated and thrilling.
I don’t think the characters are well developed.

There are so many social issues called upon in this book. They are too many that there’s no focus or in depth exploration. And some are projected in a twisted way.
The book is relatable but not empowering.


My ratings is 2.0 out of 5.0.

This is the first book of Becky Albertalli that I’ve read. And after having read this one, I don’t think I want to go on with her other book.