Didn't love this the way I wanted to, probably because Marisol doesn't interest me as a character the way Gio did. Overall, a good story of that first love, that first adult relationship, and Marisol's struggle to remain true to herself while desperately trying to hold onto to the woman she loves. I was glad to see this come to the conclusion it came to--it said a lot about the characters' growth as people, and it showed that Wittlinger, as always, has confidence in her characters to do the right thing, even if it may not be the easy thing.
Still, there was something about this that held me back a little, and I find that with most of her books with female protagonists. Her male characters sound truer, more honest, to me than her female ones.