There are times that I think it might be a good idea to have warning labels on teen books. When I was an impressionable teen (are there any other kind?) I found myself reading The Bell Jar, a book that spiraled me into a six-month-long depression. (I blame Bell Jar, in any case, for my senior year angst...it certainly didn’t generate any happy thoughts.) This is, then, a book that could use a warning label. On a scale of Bleak to Grim to Mind-Numbingly Depressing, this book would fall far to the right.
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