I Was Here, But I Wish I Was Somewhere Else

I have devoured 5 of Gayle Forman’s previous books. I distinctly remember when Just One Nightcame out that I camped out in bed, reading it all in one night because it was that good. For me, it’s impossible not to compare I Was Here to the rest of her three-word-title books. They’re all so ingrained in my head, filled with technicolor worlds populated with life-sized characters and storylines that were both fantastical and yet somewhat real. I wonder if I hadn’t read those, hadn’t been so familiar with Forman’s work, would I Was Here still have fallen so flat for me?