Caitlin's best friend, Ingrid, was an artist--she was beautiful, she was exciting, she was an amazing photographer. She killed herself in spring, and now it's fall and Caitlin is back at school. She feels incredibly lonely, and she's struggling to understand what happened--and she's finding some assitance in the journal Ingrid slid under Caitlin's bed the last time they saw each other.
This book was just okay for me. It wasn't bad, absolutely not. I think it was well-written and the characters were well-developed. It just didn't hit me, and that's totally personal. I can see other people really enjoying this.