This book is giving me the thoughts. My brain cells are tired. My review may show signs of this fatigue and I apologize ahead of time for this. Grammar be damned. Silas be damned, but I am not a walking thesaurus. Who’s Silas? Only the teenage boy of my teenage dreams. And he’s right here, in this book. Right here. Fictional, dammit. But that’s why I read, to escape reality.