This was so honest in a beautiful and yet also painful sort of way. It’s one of the best YA depictions of severe anxiety that I have read, and you can trust me when I say I have read a lot of contemporary YA novels about characters with mental illness and/or anxiety.
This story does a good job of showing not only the impacts that anxiety has on the main character but also the impacts and challenges for family members and friends.
It does not preach, and it does not make false promises.
It does ache.
Some part of me suspected that I would like but not love this story, because I expected it to be like so many others. But it just wasn’t. There’s something so raw and honest about this that it’s impossible to turn away. I was compelled to read onward, and the reward was the kind of truth that haunts me.
I’m happy this book exists.