Warning: unpopular opinion ahead. You know when you read a ton of positive reviews about a certain book and then you don't like it? I feel like a book-hating monster. But I wanted a tear-jerker! And people kept insisting that it was. Liars. My eyes didn't even get misty. To be honest, I was looking for a dark/sad story and all I found was a predictable (and slightly boring, to be honest) novel about two sick teenagers. Sound familiar? Laine ends up at Latham House, a sanatorium for teens suffering from TDR-TB (aka a new incurable/contagious strain of tuberculosis). Because being contagious is not bad enough, he runs into Sadie, a girl he used to know from summer camp. Oh, and she hates his guts. Fun times. I kept waiting for something to happen. My little raisin heart wanted to feel something! But I felt...nothing. I can't even tell you how much that bothered me. The point is to be a sobbing mess at the end, isn't? So, what went wrong? Am I broken? Am I incapable of shedding a few