This book was…so short lol. I like Anne Cassidy as an author, she’s done some great work. But this was not her best. It felt really incomplete, like it was just the Sparknotes version of the story rather than the book itself. It was very much a summary. I couldn’t get into the characters, but unlike the problem I tend to have with a lot of other books where that’s the case, it wasn’t because I hated them, or because the writing was obnoxiously over-descriptive. Rather, it was the complete opposite—there was barely any description at all. Yeah, there might’ve been a sentence or two saying that his girlfriend had a cascade of silvery blonde hair, or that the police officer was red-headed. But otherwise, I couldn’t picture or feel much of anything. It was like someone relaying the story to me orally. I didn’t know how to picture things, what the setting was like in much of it…where was the imagination? Cassidy sure has it, from other books she’s written. But in here, it was more like a script than a book. The ending was also extremely rushed…just when things start to get interesting, it ends. Done. Blank pages. What?? What about seeing what happens to him? What about seeing the full outcome? It’s like getting to the climax in a TV show, and then the power goes out. This is why the book was under 100 pages, it was like she didn’t really try…and I’m really not trying to be insulting, but that’s the best way I can put it. It seems really hard to make something that short. I know I always underestimate how long a scene I plan on writing will actually be. At best, this seems like one of those short stories assigned to students in Health class to teach them a basic moral.