I personally loved the book to such a ridiculous degree. Even the title was a sort of warning that this would get really emotional, a warning that I brushed off, until I found myself crying because he really is not okay and sometime I related to his depression too much. I’m not depressed myself but I have had tough spots and whenever i read I tend to gravitate to either happy character because for a short moment I can be them, invincible strong and confident, or else I pick up books in which the characters are suffering more than anything I can encounter in life, almost as if I’m telling myself that someone else has it worse. But back to the book, I love the diversity and the look into the different cultures that it offers. I actually liked this book for its lgbt label, and loved it for everything else, but I lent it to my sibling who like to read lgbt books and they were disappointed at the lack of gayness for lack of another word. I personally was happy with the book any which way.