5 STARS

My thoughts: Honestly I wasn’t quite sure if I was going to like this book, the first few chapters I was very leary. So if you are planning on checking this book out trust me keep going it gets better, once I was hooked I struggled to put it down! Ryen is a popular girl who meets Masen a mysterious boy who loves to push her buttons. Masen isn’t here for Ryen but he can’t seem to leave her alone, why is she nothing like she said she was? They were perfect, until they met. This book really reminds you how hard it is to fit in high school, but shows how amazing it is to stand on your own and be true to yourself. I loved these two, the love/hate  between them was so intriguing, I couldn’t wait to see where they ended up.

About the book:

Misha I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me.In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us. Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am. We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it? Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances? F*ck it. I need to meet her. I just don’t expect to hate what I find.

Ryen He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch. Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something. He could be gone forever. Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it

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