I really thought I knew what was going to happen in this book. I really thought I had heard enough to know what it would be like. Through the eyes of a hivemind of boys, reminding me of Dizz Tates Brutes. Each boy, named and unnamed breathed stale air into the already cloying space surrounding the Lisbon sisters as I waited with a clenched jaw for the suicides to continue. I waited because that's what it said on the tin. That is what the book told me to do. It forced me to be complicit, I too, was an unnamed boy waiting for a Lisbon to love them. Waiting to find out why they were so special. Waiting in vain for them to be saved.