Our Endless Numbered Days

Fourteen-year-old me would have LOVED this novel. Jaded, old me, was not really impressed. On top of that, I have this daydream I escape to when my day gets stressful of running away and living by myself in a cabin in the middle of nowhere (I would stock up on books and junk food). This novel kind of ruined that for me, at least for awhile. I lost patience with this about 80 pages in. We were getting so much description in one paragraph about a musicless piano and no description about what happened during the hours of the day. The book picked back up when Punzel met Reuben, but the red flags that the climax was coming was were so loud, I was like “alright, already” when it got there.
I did love the cover, the expression on the kid's face is priceless.