I read this book just over three years ago and one quote still sticks out: "Darkness is relative." This is coming from the misunderstood arsonist son. Every page had a fortune cookie of wisdom, along with tired metaphors and characters that evoke no empathy. The popularity of this book makes me a little ashamed to be a woman, in that they seem to LOVE it. The ending was a cop-out, not that it mattered much; an interesting ending wouldn't have been enough to save it. I also would like to point out that I was excited to read this and the idea seemed it had a lot of potential. A waste really.