It took me a long time to finish this book.
Not because it was bad, but because it was heavy. Very, very heavy. Hell, the whole thing was an avalanche of emotions, especially for someone who struggles with many of the things described in it.
I loved how real the characters were. No one was perfect and no one was evil. Everyone was human. Little things like wet socks and smelly armpits made it so genuine.
I loved the short chapter layout. It reminded me of Go Ask Alice, my first brush with the self-destructive teenager diary genre. I liked the writing, too, though sometimes the dialogue felt a little too mature for the maturity level of Charlie, the main character and narrator. Plenty of beautiful metaphors and rolling sentences, things that one might imagine but not say, and for how little she said a lot of it didn’t feel right.
As for the story itself, I enjoyed it a lot, but unlike most other books it didn’t have a typical plot. Usually, in a book like this, we’d get an overview of what we are to achieve by the end of the book, aka the big reveal. This book was a story of Charlie’s life post- suicide attempt and it was interesting, and heart-breaking, and intense, but I had no idea where it was leading aside from everything crashing back down at some random point. It made for an unpredictable, though at times random, read. And without spoilers, I have to say – the ending was the best part.
I think that many audiences would enjoy this book, from teens to adults, because the characters were a variety of ages too. If you’re looking for a book about dealing with feelings of self-harm, this is a great read. But be warned: there are all kinds of triggers aside from cutting, from suicide, to abuse, to addiction. This is a book that doesn’t shy away from tough subjects, which makes it one of its greatest strengths.