A boy goes chasing a missing girl who left clues behind, and his image or idea of the girl becomes larger than the reality that she’s kind of a selfish person who left everyone behind. “Maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
So… I discovered good teen fiction. Way too damn late. GAH!
Plenty of Walt Whitman poetry in the book, and the characters feel like teenagers. Maybe a bit too smart, but maybe the teens I know are just too dumb. I liked it.