This book was recommended to me by an English teacher during my early years of high school when I was in the throes of nothing-but-fantasy. And at first I rejected the realism because, well, who wants to read that when you’re a nerdy little freshman and have few friends? Fantasy was a much easier way to escape. But within the first few chapters, I was so invested in the characters I forgot about how sad they made me. And by the end of the book, with tears streaming down my face, I cursed and rejoiced in the beauty of human nature. And I have never understood why more people haven’t heard of it.