I wanted to love this one. The cover is gorgeous, and so is the naked hardcover and chapter headers, and I loved two of Ernshaw’s other books. But this one didn’t work for me, probably because I’m not a fan of long-journey books, and the Insta-love was really annoying. The main character’s reactions to things didn’t make sense, because her relationship with the boy was barely developed. I did like the portrayal of grief, though.