After some good advice about there being too many good books in the world, I‘m bailing. This is a total train wreck. I had better writing skills in the 6th grade. So many unbelievable plot points even 5 chapters in: you go to the same school and have never seen each other when you‘re in the same French club?! Astral projection is just no big deal? And a mob boyfriend at 16 in WISCONSIN?! Ummm no.