I finished reading Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli.
Initially, I was excited to read it and had high expectations because of a recommendation from a friend.
The first few chapters had me spell-bound. I loved it - maybe more, simply because we lived in Arizona for a year?
Then, in the middle, I felt like the language suddenly didn't flow as well, thoughts were disjointed. It became a little boring, a little (painfully) predictable, and I felt like it was a struggle to read very far before becoming disinterested.
But, I was curious enough; I kept reading. Suddenly, it felt magical again and I spent the last few chapters cry-ing, seriously crying.
I feel like the book changed me - and I like that.