The nostalgia is real with this one. I hate all of the parents, and the characters make such bad choices, but I love them all. You can definitely tell this was written during the trash years of YA though since every piece of clothing or jewellery is called by its full name, brand and everything. Also, there is a lot of shit that's said that wouldn't fly today unless there was a strong character arc of learning and acceptance attached. I haven't read past the ninth book or so yet, so I'm not 100% sure if that ever happens for the shitty characters, but I hope it does.