Forget that I read this almost a week ago. This would be my LEAST favorite of Bentham's. There was a certain degree of insta-love that I didn't care about. There was too much, well "sadness" in a sense: bigotry, troubled kids, which didn't exactly fit what I wanted from a story at the moment (I wanted fluff and happiness). One of the MCs (Gabe) admitted that he cheated on his wife on the last year of their marriage of thirteen years. The mystery was weak, considering that I knew whodunit the instant this character said that particular line. I skimmed the story and well, chucked it up as forgettable.