I both knew what to expect at the end (ahem-sequel-ahem) but... I don't know what I was expecting.

First: it was a good book and one that got an emotional reaction out of me. There were a few particular scenes that were done very well by Forman (the accident, for instance, had this creepy detached surrealism going on) and she wrote a few relationships that crushed my heart (Kim, the grandpa).

Second, though: It was one big concept that drove the story, but there just wasn't much else, plot wise. That may not matter to some readers, because it's so short and does pack that emotional punch. It left something wanting for me, though, as I read it and felt like we were bouncing around the same handful of scenes.

Third: Despite having this big underlying concept, and this is my biggest complaint, it was still a little it tropey. Even with this huge tragedy surrounding them, it all felt to clean and too perfect. The characters leaned toward one dimensional. The love interest, HAD A CROOKED SMILE. That kind of stuff. It just took a very good story down a couple of notches.