I think I adore Stephanie Perkins as much as Jennifer Echols and that's saying a lot. I loved this book every bit as much as I did Perkins' first book, "Anna and the French Kiss."

I felt like the description of this book was a bit off, focusing too much on Lola the designer and Cricket the inventor. It's so secondary. I loved that Lola is in a relationship with an older guy, I loved her parents, I loved the boy and his sister next door (although I was thinking book 3 could be about Calliope--don't you want to know more about her?), I loved the setting of San Francisco and I loved the torment Perkins put Lola through. This was such a rich, well-rounded book and I couldn't put it down from beginning to end.

I read it on my Kindle and am glad of that for one reason--the cover. I hate the cover! I'm sure the designer is a lovely person but this thing I just didn't understand.