A collection of fill-in-the-blank tropes in a trench coat masquerading as a novel. 
Corson refuses to transition between any moments, skipping weeks to month at a time and denying readers the chance to see any development. Each scene serves the sole purpose of playing out a fanfiction trope— there was only one bed, mistaken-for-a-couple, wedding dates, etc etc— and each scene immediately time skips past any potential for development to get to the next Taylor Swift reference. 
The pacing baffled. I couldn’t tell when the climax of the story was happening because climactic things kept happening without ever feeling complete. Charlie’s friends called her out, the Caribou lost a game, Alexa got injured— none of these felt like they came at quite the right time in the story, which made the novel drag. 

The actual climax in particular was a grueling read. I don’t know why YA authors feel the need to write love confessions/make-ups happening on-stage, mid-performance, but we need to end this trend now. Watching Charlie skate onto the ice in Frankie’s place and give a monologue made me want to DNF, and there was probably 25 pages left in the book.

I do not recommend this book.