I'm way too old for this kind of schtick. Maybe the vernacular was characteristic of 15-year-olds. Except they still ended up doing a lot more than I ever did at 15. We never had ragers. We never drank or went on 8-hour road trips. I'm only familiar with the mundane stuff, like grumbling about doing homework and sitting in silence with friends, messaging other people and liking things on instagram. What a sad life we lead, eh?

The characters were highly immature and had almost no personal growth. The book was meta, but in a cringey way. If anything, it just depicted teenage girls as incredibly vapid/shallow. I mean, I'm glad they point out when something unusual is going on (standing on her porch at sunset, alone and in her best dress? Sure, why not!), but I felt like those plot points just compounded the ridiculousness of this story.

If nothing is going to happen, you need to commit to it. If things DO happen, don't pretend that this story is about regular 15-year-olds. Then again, I usually believe that even ordinary lives can be fascinating. In this case, I guess I was just brought back to a more shallow and wasteful time in life.