I apologize, darling daughter, for not having read this sooner. It has been on the shelf in the bathroom for a number of years. It has been quite some time, but I think I enjoyed it more than the other books of his that I have read.
YA is a tricky genre. The teenage angst has both greater depth and more limitations than most adults recognize. Green is certainly the master of that mind.
Here, a girl in the struggle to become herself drags a group of friends into her quest. Perhaps inadvertently setting them a more concrete quest when she disappears and they feel compelled to find her. Her guide and their clue is Whitman's "Song of Myself," a multi-layered metaphor for almost everything that is or happens in the story.
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