My biggest complaint about this book is that it is over-written. “My skin simmered; my veins were kerosene, aching for the touch of a match.” Girl‘s father marries the mother of the boy she‘s been in love with since she was 13. It‘s all over-wrought and bordering on ridiculous, but if the prose has been less purple and the angst upped by half, it totally would have been my jam.