At the start of every chapter of this book, there's illustrations of hand written notes, food wrappers and items of clothing, and that was the best part of the book, because the rest just gets more and more awful the more I think about it.

In an ode to truly cheesy contemporary YA fiction, Penelope's last name is Marx, and the guy she's crushing on? Keats. It's a match made in hell. Despite this, Penelope's shy but endearing personality won me over, and I rooted for her as she found new friendships.

What really killed this story though is that every man is disgusting - Keats is emotionally abusive, Penelope's best friend Eph ogles her new friend's breasts and there's mention of him cheating, and then another male character straight up cheats on his wife.

And the worst part about all this is not a single man, or boy, is held accountable for his actions. Eph's history is glossed over, Keats gets with another girl, and the man who cheats on his wife is seen as nothing more than a rough patch he needs to work through. Terrible.