SOMEONE NEEDS TO EXORCISE FREUD OUT OF THIS BOOK Wait, I had a point. And I promised myself I wouldn't let my feelings rule and review this like a civilized human being instead. Ok *deep breath*, let's do this! Earlier this year I read "I'll Give You the Sun" by Jandy Nelson and fell absolutely in love with it; it made me cry, it made me smile and it easily earned a spot in my favorite books of all time. Therefore, when I saw this, I immediately picked it up, prepared to really like it. I had been told that it might disappoint me, but I was not prepared for this I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take how this and IGYTS were written by the same person Ok, I am being super dramatic BUT ... lemme rant here for a little bit! First of all, I was gonna give this book 10/10 stars for the gorgeous writing when it came to the parts where grief was discussed. I thought it was a great represantation of loss, focusing on the actual little things that feel devastating and not the overused cliche lines about broken hearts! The quotes were beautiful, they made me cry, they made me emotional, loved, loved, loved that part. But then, the romance of this book happened! Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm saying there should've been zero romance in this book. I get it. And the Joe part was an okey dokey, fluffy, nice, lil romance. No hard feelings there. But what the actual hell with the Toby part, the protagonist's horrible decisions and her impossible sexual frustration? At first, I was like "ok, I can be understanding here but then the situation was getting so ridiculous, it could've only made sense to Freud. The protagonist went from being emotionally confused to just making dumb decisions that just can't be justified. And that's what I meant when I said that someone needs to exorcise Freud out of this book!