This is the opposite of escapist fiction. This forces you to admit to ugly things about yourself and the nature of love and sibling dynamics that you'd rather were kept out of sight, or stowed away in an emotional basement. Felt weird about June's relationship with her uncle at first, then about Toby, but somehow I warmed up to their friendship. There were times I really hated Greta, and to a lesser extent, their mom, despite understanding the jealousy and hurt that drove them to act that way. I disliked the way this book made me feel, but I liked this book. I don't mean to sound cryptic on purpose. I hope someone knows what I mean.