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This was a Real Simple rec, and I was coming down off the high of Lessons in Chemistry, hoping for a comparably great subsequent read. Kind of wish I hadn’t dived into this. The rec was so glowing, and I used to want to be a hospice nurse and served for a time as a hospice respite volunteer, so a fresh, “outrageously funny�� take on a best friend going thru the hospice/palliative care process of dying seemed awesome and irresistible. But for the most part, this really wasn’t. There are redeeming qualities to it. The “I’m dying�� and “it’s killing me�� statements we all make and try to eject from our vocabulary when visiting someone in hospice who’s actually dying? Truth. But the main character is so wildly self-focused. I kept thinking “this chick needs so much damn therapy.�� There’s a lot of self-reflection when a loved one’s dying, but hell. Ash is an irresponsible 14 yr old in a mom’s body. I just had no patience or tolerance for her. Spent half the book rolling my eyes at her.