I'm a big fan of Ruthie Knox's contemporaries. I like her voice. I think it's solid. This book however.
The style bugs the hell out of me. I don't mind introspection. I do mind it when it goes on for pages and pages, and PAGES. Good lord. How about some plot to move things along? It's overly self-aware bordering on obnoxious.
I just can't. Unfortunately, this doesn't set itself apart from the crapload of NA out there. It's not terribly written... but not worth the hype I've seen. *shrug* IMO.