I was intrigued by the blurb of the book:
"This is a love story.
But it’s not what you think. This is not a first kiss, or a first date.
This is not love at first sight. This is a boy and a girl falling in
messy, unpredictable, thrilling love. This is the complicated route to
happiness that follows.
This is real. This is life. This is how to love."
Isn't that ripe for satire? But Kati Cotugno's "How To Love" isn't a bad as it is pretty...mundane. I thought it was more ordinary than anything else. Reena is a sixteen year old high school student who gets pregnant. Her boyfriend is her best friend's boyfriend before the bestie died. So, yes, there are complications. A story like this could have been so much better in execution and details, but here it just falls flat. It would also be easy to fall into the trap of getting mad at the character for falling again for the boy who is bad for her, but we all know that, in her case, bad will always be good.