One star for Waffle. Thank goodness for Waffle, because he was the only redeeming element in this miserable fiasco of a book. The story was beyond depressing and stretched out unbearably in a downward trajectory with absolutely no highs, twists, turns, intrigues or depth of any kind. It was just a flat, one-dimensional story, getting more and more miserable as the book stretched on (and my, did it stretch). There was no mystery to keep me coming back, everything was told to me, I was spoonfed what I should be thinking and feeling from page one of this dreadful tale. There was no depth to any character besides Kay, the "weird grandma", whose autism could have been something that was investigated and turned into something very interesting and beautiful, but instead it kind of hovers in the background with zero purpose, just feeling really odd and out of place within the story.
The ridiculous, annoying and frustrating arguments between Jenna and Jack start to feel like you are reading the same scene about five times in every chapter. I swear they have the same screaming match a hundred times in this book, and they never reach any kind of resolution. It's exhausting and so grating to keep reading both those fights between the insufferable Jack and the pitiful Jenna, as well as the endless descriptions of how Jenna is feeling... sad. We get it, your husband has left you. You feel awful, depressed, overwhelmed. Please for the love of the reader, stop describing Jenna's broken heart to us. This is not what I came here for. Where is the story? This feels like drama porn for some bored old housewife who gets a kick out of hearing the gory details of other people's miserable lives.
It helped not one bit that Paige's frustrating bullying cycle became absolutely traumatic to read about, with one particular scene keeping me up one night literally feeling nauseous. Being beaten to a pulp in the girls' restroom, having your head flushed down the toilet and forced to drink urine, that's not just "bullying", as Jenna so insisted the school call it, that is literally assault and Kelly should have faced the full might of the law for it. The reaction to these things from every single character is innapropriately placid and blood-curdlingly frustrating.
And the fact that the author, when needing to somehow remind her poor sodden readers; the few who had managed to hang on that far into the book and not yet tossed it into the fireplace; to be intrigued about the identitity of good old Julie Morris, the fact that she could think of no better way to bring some "mystery" into the story other than to throw a *fortune teller* into the mix, is just the laziest and most laughable narrative tactic I think I have ever come across in my literate days.
Please save yourself the misery of this horrible bundle of pages. It's not worth the torture. Not even for Waffle.