I Was Here – Gayle Forman

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4/5 Stars

Summary: “When her best friend Meg drinks a bottle of industrial-strength cleaner alone in a motel room, Cody is understandably shocked and devastated. She and Meg shared everything—so how was there no warning? But when Cody travels to Meg’s college town to pack up the belongings left behind, she discovers that there’s a lot that Meg never told her. About her old roommates, the sort of people Cody never would have met in her dead-end small town in Washington. About Ben McAllister, the boy with a guitar and a sneer, who broke Meg’s heart. And about an encrypted computer file that Cody can’t open—until she does, and suddenly everything Cody thought she knew about her best friend’s death gets thrown into question.”

If you’re looking for a book that is going to make you feel good and happy, probably better off skipping this.  I Was Here is sad and at times a little depressing, but it is a story that needs to be told and made me want to keep reading any chance that I had.

The characters feel like they could be real people going through these very real situations.  There are a few things that I was like, seriously?  Would someone actually do that?  But not so much to take me out of the story.  It’s got drama, a murder mystery (sort of), and a little bit of romance thrown in.  What more could you ask for?

Since the book heavily deals with suicide, obviously don’t read the book if you like to stay away from that kind of thing.  But if you can, give this book a read because it is one of those stories that wraps itself around you until you finish it.

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