My reaction throughout this novel was : what the fuck is happening?
It tries to tackle a lot of things but accomplishes to properly talk about none of those things, making this entire affair a moralistic confusing ramble of thoughts rather than a book about death, drugs and suicidal tendencies of the youth.
The writing was repetitive as well but the concept of the plot was good enough that I wanted to see it through. It could have been my favourite read with a better execution.
