Maybe I'm expecting too much out of a young adult book, but the whole book left much to be desired. The writing was bland and less than spectacular, there were rarely any time I could sit back and think "what great imagery" for example, and there were tons of places where the author could have been more descriptive but instead hit us with the hard facts. Instead of a sudden passage like "I walked in and [name] was sitting there. It took me a while to realize it was her," it would've been much more effective to describe the features of [name] that the narrator takes in so that we too can work to the conclusion of who it is with her. A lot of the book was like that, stripping the reader of what could have been very suspenseful scenes or at least nice images to paint in one's head. Other times, it would talk about things in such a way that the reader feels they missed something and might even be compelled to go back and look up a certain name or event. The author thought she was letting the reader piece together a mystery, but in reality it just felt like she shoved the reader into a soap opera after withholding the last few episodes because all of the "clues" to the mystery were in dialogue. What about the first person narrator? She hasn't been shy sharing her thoughts with the reader on every thing else she's been narrating - why can she suddenly provide no information for us and we have to rummage through tons of dialogue to clue ourselves in? It just didn't match up, and it was very confusing.
I felt very detached from all of the characters as I was reading: it seemed that I could not really connect with any of them. For a good first portion of the book, Hanna (the narrator) doesn't talk much at all about her connection with drawing and how it's meaningful to her - it just seems like a tidbit stripped from a character bio and thrown in every so often - lines with the same sentiment as "I draw sometimes" and "you know, because I draw". For that whole while, the act of drawing seemed to have no significance to her except as something that the author could wave around as if to say, "look, I've made a unique character; this is what makes her unique!" Only later did Hanna's artistic talents become not only important to the character, but critical to most of the book.
I could just barely empathize with Hanna's situation - not because I'm cold and heartless, seeing as her situation would rough anyone up, but because the writing was so lacking that I could never feel what she felt. I was just hearing a narration, and nothing more. I felt even less with Will, who got very few chances to make the reader feel his situation - and when he did, it was the same as Hanna's. I might as well have been reading a therapist's file on what shook him up. I did not feel like I was reading a novel - at least the kind with words that reach out and grip you and your very soul. No, I felt like I was reading a rushed, detached story about a girl who encounters sex, best friend betrayal, relationship drama, and death. Well ain't that just the perfect combination for the average gossip-hungry teenager who never quite learned how to read past a middle school level. I understand that somewhere is a cute little story about a boy and girl thrust into a similar situation that find each other (although it's not about them anymore by the second half of the book) and great themes such as coping and your true family. However the writing was not able to bring those themes/that cute little story alive.