So, I found myself sitting in a barbecue joint in Decatur, AL, crying into my plate of ribs because I had just finished this book and it's beautiful and moving and so, so good. And it's not often I get surprised--actually surprised--by the end of a novel; when you're that far in, and you read a lot, you know the conventions, you know that 9 times out of 10 authors will go for the happy ending.
Not so here. It's dangled, and then completely subverted, and it's stunningly, incredibly right, even in the sadness.
Every book I read of David Levithan makes me want to read more of his books. That is a good sign.