Writing this review sucks for two reasons:
1. I didn't finish the book.
2. Everyone else loves Elizabeth Scott!
Sadly, something in Scott's writing just doesn't jive with my tastes. As you'll remember I panned Living Dead Girl because I thought it was sensational and overdone, and now I'm completely underwhelmed (into a near state of comatoseness) by Love You Hate You Miss You.
Given, this could be a side effect of my recent slump, but this teen novel just didn't blow my skirt up. Amy is a troubled teen: alcohol issues, parents who like each other more than her, her best friend is dead (because of her?), and she has no friends. She's a sad one alright, and rightly so. Part of her therapy is to write letters to her best friend Julie (the one that's passed) to deal with her issues.
I thought this would be the one. I really did. I thought it would reconcile me and convince me of Scott's wonderfulness, but I knocked 50 or 60 pages off in one sitting and found that I didn't give a flip about Amy's recovery or what happened to Julie, and I have no idea why. Maybe I'm too stressed out by money issues or work issues or what-the-hell-to-do-with-my-life issues to worry about anyone else's. My general rule is that books that fail to wow me by 50 pages are guiltlessly put into the Half-Price Books bag to be sold off to make room for the new ones. And that's the fate of this very pretty hardcover.
So long, Elizabeth Scott! I'm one of the few that just doesn't adore your writing (though from what I can tell from interviews and whatnot, you're a lovely person).
For a positive review of the book, go over and check out Becky's thoughts.