The real villain is love: an unstable isotope, constantly undergoing spontaneous nuclear decay. And it will forever go unpunished. The way that this one hurts me to write….look. I really, thoroughly enjoyed this. I did. And, up until a certain point, I was in love-AGAIN. I was trash for Hazelwood’s first novel, and I even went in not expecting much because I HATE when people compare to an author’s first work-it’s not wholly fair.