My new couch. And Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers.

You guys, seriously. I LOVED her debut, Cracked Up To Be, so obviously I was psyched for her newest book, Some Girls Are.

It did not disappoint. But be warned: sweaty palms, churning stomach, and the constant need to place your palm over the bottom half of each page (what? Am I the only one whose eyes sometimes skip down to the end of a chapter when I'm so damn eager to see what's going to happen?) all await you.

You know what? Some Girls Are is like Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye, except updated, and wo-ow.