Every once in a while I ask myself whether I’m getting too old for YA. So much of it feels formulaic, done before and uninspired, but now and then I come across a gem like this that reminds me of the importance of this genre. Of how hard being a teenager is, how confusing growing up is and how much first love hurts. This is such a beautiful book. It re-sparked not only my love for gardening, but the love interest reminded me so much of a girl I was once in love with that it kinda scared me. Absolutely gorgeous, heartfelt and believable.