Sigh. I so wanted to enjoy this. Sadly, there's not a single thing I liked about it. I found it so dull and bland. I didn't see any of the spark that animates Green's other work. Aza has exactly one personality trait, her anxiety, and none of the other characters manage to have even a single dimension. The plot is just as anemic as the characterizations. Almost nothing happens in this book, which might be fine if it had multi-dimensional characters and/or good prose, but it doesn't. 
 In the past I have found Green a deft writer of both drama and comedy. Here, I was never entertained, amused, or moved at any point. I was only bored or mildly annoyed. This isn't bad in a loud, obnoxious way. There is nothing bold or creative or ambitious in its failure. This book is beige wallpaper. It is watery, lukewarm tea. It is inert and unmemorable. 
 It doesn't please me to be so harsh in my assessment of this work. I enjoy John Green not just as an author, but as a public figure. I root for his continued success. I wanted very much to love it but I found it a colorless misfire. I hope Green gets back on track with his next effort.