This is what you would call a “well loved book.” The spine is broken it, the pages slightly yellow, and the corners have been taped upon at least twice. I’ve read this book 5 times since high school. This last reread made me realize that being inside a 14 year old boy’s head isn’t comfy as a 31 old year old woman. While it breaks my heart to part with a book that represents so much to me, I know I will never reread it. Besides, there might be someone else out there who really needs a book like this. I would rather pass it on.