Lola Carlyle is lonely, out of sorts, and in for a boring summer. So when her best friend, Sydney, calls to rave about her stay at a posh Malibu rehab and reveals that the love of Lola's life, Wade Miller, is being admitted, she knows what she has to do. Never mind that her worst addiction is decaf cappuccino; Lola is going to rehab.
Lola arrives at Sunrise Rehab intent solely on finding Wade, saving him from himself, and-naturally-making him fall in love with her...only to discover she's actually expected to be an addict. And get treatment. And talk about her issues with her parents, and with herself. Plus she has insane roommates, and an irritatingly attractive mentor, Adam, who's determined to thwart her at every turn.
Oh, and Sydney? She's gone.
Turns out, once her pride, her defenses, and her best friend are stripped away, Lola realizes she's actually got a lot to overcome...if she can open her heart long enough to let it happen.
|Publisher:||Entangled Publishing, LLC|
|Product dimensions:||5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.20(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 17 Years|
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Danielle Younge-Ullman is a novelist, playwright and freelance writer who has always had a passion for books, language and storytelling. Danielle attained her BA in English and Drama from McGill University in Montreal, then returned to her hometown of Toronto to work as professional actor for ten years. Danielle still lives in Toronto with her husband, two daughters, and their dog, Finny. For more information including updates, a book club reading guide and links to interviews and podcasts, visit www.danielleyoungeullman.com.
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Lola Carlyle's 12-Step Romance
By Danielle Younge-Ullman, Stacy Abrams
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2015 Danielle Younge
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"You could bounce a quarter off my butt cheeks."
Crap. Sydney. I shouldn't have picked up.
"I'm serious," Sydney continues. "The combo of yoga and surfing — it's like magic. Not to mention, I have a real tan. I've never looked hotter."
"If you do say so yourself," I mutter in a low voice, so as not to disturb my mother or the zillions of tiny, disgusting fish currently nibbling on the dead skin of her feet.
"Yes, I do say so. There's nothing wrong with a healthy self-esteem, Lola. That's something else I've learned."
Right. As if Sydney has ever been lacking in self-esteem. Modesty, yes, self-awareness, maybe, but self-esteem, no.
"Also, two words: spa food," she says, and rambles on about vegan pizza, free-range carrots, yada yada, happily oblivious of my hurl-worthy situation and deliberately ignoring the fact that we haven't spoken for two months.
"Anyway, this is way less boring than spending the summer in L.A.," she says.
"And the city is a safer, saner place."
"Ohhh, bitchy. It's okay, I know you're just jealous. But with a few minor adjustments to your daily routine and some work on your parentals, you, too, could find yourself booked on this fabulous vacation."
"Vacation, huh? Love the euphemism."
"No, listen, rehab is the new 'vacation.' Everyone's going these days."
"Not if they have no addictions."
"Sure they do. People go for just about anything. Gambling, internet addiction, eating disorders, cutting, prescription drugs. They go to convince their spouses they'll stop boning other people — the list goes on. For you, you'd just need to go to some clubs, come home stinking of booze and pot, and/or get photographed wearing no underwear ..."
"That is an officially terrible idea, Syd."
"But your mom would die if you did that. She'd pack you off in two seconds."
"I don't think so." I glance over at Mom, who is covered in mud up to her neck, while her feet sit in the mini fish tank. I'm here to protect her from the (supposed) hordes of paparazzi that might barge past reception and up the celeb elevator for the sole purpose of photographing her.
"Or ask your dad. Doesn't he say yes to everything?"
"He's not involved enough to be saying yes much." I lower my voice further as a precaution, even though Mom's wearing organic beeswax earplugs.
"Don't be such a baby. He buys you some great stuff and he doesn't cramp your style. He lets you be yourself."
He certainly does.
"Sure," I say, not even trying to sound like I mean it, then breathe through my mouth while I switch out the cucumber slices on Mom's eyes. "When do we get to the part where you apologize for stealing my boyfriend?"
"Oh Lola, you have to get over that. I mean, Itold you I was going to steal him. And I didn't keep him. I dumped him after two days, practically on your behalf."
"On my behalf?"
"I have no guilt about it. I did you a favor."
I nearly choke at this, and Mom makes a hushing sound, somehow without moving her face, which is smothered in a mask that is supposed to contain (I wish I were kidding) real gold.
"A favor, huh?" I say to Sydney.
"I'm serious. How much do you want a guy if he's so easily stolen? It was a test of character, and he failed. And come on, was he not the worst kisser?"
Up floats the unpleasant memory of Trevor's limp, over-moist smooches, and despite my best efforts to stay mad, a bubble of laughter escapes from me.
"Besides, if he'd been loyal, you'd have been stuck with him and his smooshy kisses. You'd have stayed with him out of pity, with the exact thing you wanted to dump him for — the bad kissing — simultaneously being the reason you felt you had to stay."
"That makes no sense."
"Don't tell me."
"But ..." I trail off because in a twisted sort of way, she's right.
"Whereas my approach is much more direct. I told him. I said, 'Trevor, you can't kiss worth shit. You're like a dying frog.'"
"You did not!"
"I did. And again? A favor. I even tried to give him some pointers, like how to firm his lips up a bit and how licking them first is not working."
"I know. Also, I told him not to lunge in so fast," she adds.
"Oh, I know! It's like you're standing there innocently and then all of a sudden he, like, lands on your face."
"Like a big, juicy bug splatting on your windshield on the highway!"
"Lola!" It's Mom, pulling out an earplug and risking a crack in the gold by speaking.
"Oops. Hang on," I say to Sydney and put my hand over the phone. "I'll be off soon, Mom."
"Have some respect," she says, like it's a funeral instead of a pedicure.
"I just need a minute."
"Fine, go outside then, and send the girl — I need her anyway. But watch the door for me, and don't let anyone else in."
"Sure. But if the paparazzi get up here, I think they'll storm Anne Hathaway's room first," I say, and then head to the hallway, gesture to the tiny aesthetician hovering there, and flop down on a hemp-cushioned bamboo bench.
I'm all for a bit of personal upkeep, but my mother always goes for the most bizarre treatments — cactus massages, masks with bird droppings or snail slime, ass facials — the list is mortifying, as is the job of accompanying her.
"Sorry, Syd," I say. "Mother-Daughter Day."
"Yeah. Quality time." I roll my eyes. "Now, where were we?"
"Trevor's lips as squished bug."
"So I offered him some tutorials, but seeing as I'd just dumped him and wounded his ego, he turned me down. I was like, 'Dude, it's not like I said you have a small penis. This is fixable.' But he stomped off in a total huff. Men are such wusses. Wait. He doesn't, does he?"
"He doesn't what?"
"Have a small —"
"Oh! No. I mean, I don't know because I didn't — Oh my God." I look up and down the cork-floored, over-scented hallway and hiss, "I am not talking to you about this."
"Ah," Sydney intones, "because we must not discuss the Private Details of the Sacred Pen —"
"Stop. You're just trying to distract me and make me forget I'm mad."
Sydney sighs. "Okay, Lo, how about this: I promise I won't do it again. Even if you pick the worst possible guy."
"What about the best possible guy?"
"That assumes you know the difference."
"This from the girl who made out with Willie the Warbler?"
Sydney makes a gurgling, gagging kind of sound. "All right. I promise I won't hook up with any more boyfriends of yours, even if it's for your own good. Are we over it?"
"Can I have your Louboutin clutch?"
"The hot pink."
"Come on, you could totally get your dad to buy you that."
Right. Mom deposits a portion of the child support directly to my bank account, and if you expand your definition of "truth" just a little, then Dad does buy me a lot of stuff.
"That's not the point, Sydney. I want you to give me something — to make up for my pain and suffering, and as a future deterrent."
"You drive a hard bargain. I haven't even been seen with that bag. But then you'll be over it?"
"Jeez, you should've just told me that in the first place. I'd have bought you a bag before I stole him and we could've saved ourselves all this drama. Done."
"Fine. Okay." Bag for boyfriend. More than fair, considering the boyfriend in question, considering she probably did save me weeks of pity-dating before I could bring myself to break up with him, and considering she never apologizes for anything, ever.
"So, when you get here —"
"Oh, now I'm coming?"
"Just make sure you don't tell them you know me. I think they frown on friends being in rehab together, and it might cause them to suspect you're not legit. We'll just pretend to have an instant bond when we meet. And then you can unplug, get fit, learn to surf, detox on all levels. I mean, you should see my skin!"
I laugh and shake my head. I've missed her. Even living in L.A., I don't know anyone so entertaining, so hilarious, so full of every kind of trouble. I don't know anyone who relishes her own shallowness, nourishes her own shallowness, quite like Sydney. Nothing can quell Sydney or bring her down.
Although, given that she's in rehab, perhaps something has brought her down ...
"Seriously, you doing all right?" I ask.
"Me? Please, I'm fine," she says. "I still haven't gotten to the main reason I called. You haven't heard the best part."
"Aren't you going to ask me the best part?"
"Nah." She'll tell me anyway.
"You'll never guess who's here ..."
"Only your dad's protégé and your star crush, the smoking hot, gorgeous cutie pie ... Wade Miller."
My heart lurches and I'm breathless, and then, as I get past hearing the name and what she's saying sinks in, I feel sick and a little bit panicked.
"No," I say, "not Wade."
"Someone else with a similar name, maybe."
"Wade Miller, star of Drift. That's what I overheard. He just checked in."
"Did you ... Is he okay? Does it sound serious? Sydney, Wade is — Well, first of all let me remind you he is not a star crush. I know him. But that's the thing: Wade is sweet. And grounded. This should not be happening."
"Was sweet. Was grounded. You haven't seen him in ages — how do you know? Mind you, he could be here for Snapchat addiction or something."
"But what did they say he was —"
"Oh, sorry Lo, I have to go."
"Think about my idea," she says, suddenly whispering. "Imagine, you'd be here together for weeks, you and Wade. You'd essentially be spending your summer with him. And there's me, of course. I'm lots of fun."
"But Sydney —"
"I'll call you tomorrow."
Without even saying good-bye, she's gone, leaving me sitting in the spa hallway, staring at my phone, looking for answers it can't give me.
Wade Miller, rehab.
Wade Miller, drugs.
Wade Miller, trouble.
While watching Mom try on dresses at every store in the Grove, I find a lot about Wade via Google. Most of it's rumor, none of it confirms he's at Sunrise Rehabilitation Center, and there's nothing recent from his PR team. Not that I don't trust Sydney, but I don't 100 percent trust her. Or, I do trust her — but what I trust her for is to look out for number one — ie, herself. Which means I have to do the same.
Not that I am actually considering faking my way into rehab.
Although ... I come across Sunrise in my Googling too, and it does look more like a spa than anything else, and people do come out of rehab looking refreshed and happy and like all their problems have been solved.
As the search goes on, I find some photos where, admittedly, Wade looks drunk, and some where he has that pale, sweaty, possibly high look. But getting drunk or high a couple of times isn't exactly a big deal, in Hollywood or anywhere else for that matter, and it doesn't mean he's addicted to anything.
He can't be.
And it isn't because I've had a thing for him since I was thirteen and saw him standing outside his trailer on the set of one of my dad's films — a zombie musical — or because we got to be really good friends and he became my first and only (unconfessed and unrequited) love. I mean, I realize no one's perfect.
It's because Wade is better than that. He wasn't some entitled asshole and he wasn't desperately insecure either; he was a hardworking guy, a nice guy, a good person, and talented.
And because my dad saw something in him and took a big chance casting him, and when it looked like he was about to crash and burn out of pure lack of experience, I helped him. Rescued him, sort of. When my dad found out who was responsible for the major turnaround, he was so proud of me, and working on that film was the best time ever. The happiest time. The last time Dad was proud of me, I think. Definitely the last time I was happy.
So Wade can't be an addict because he was at the center of all of that, and his skyrocketing career has been the only good thing salvaged from it.
He can't be an addict because, aside from my having a secret-but-furious crush on him, he was my friend — a real one — in a place where a lot of the friends aren't real.
And he can't be an addict because if Hollywood has destroyed him, I am more than partially responsible. I am in the direct line of responsibility.
Not that I could do anything about it.
Even if I did somehow get into Sunrise ...CHAPTER 2
"Shall we grab some dinner — me, you, and your phone?" Mom says once she's done shopping. "Sushi?"
"My phone is a vegetarian," I say, and she rolls her eyes. "Besides, I thought we were going to shop for me."
"You? Oh honey, I'm exhausted."
"Me, too," I say, knowing better than to pick fights with her but unable to help myself this time. I'm upset — upset about Wade, and upset because all this thinking about Wade has made me think about all the other stuff, including how shitty these mother- daughter days really are. "I'm also exhausted. But in my case it's not from spa treatments or choosing new clothes, it's from boredom and disappointment."
Mom swivels, making sure no one is watching or listening to us, her strawberry-blond hair lifting and settling so perfectly she could be in a shampoo commercial. Her smile stays in place as she hisses, "You're exhausted from staring into a small rectangular screen all day. And don't even talk to me about disappointment. For goodness' sake, you're one of the most fortunate —"
"Blah, blah, blah ..." I say, starting to walk away from her.
She catches up, heels clicking along beside me.
"We shopped for me because I have events to attend, multiple events. And everywhere I go I have to be ready to get photographed."
She is right about that part. The crazed, tabloid-frenzied, paparazzi-induced hiding-in-the-house days that followed my parents' scandalous breakup are long over, but she still gets papped. They got some photos back then that were pretty bad, and Mom hasn't been the same since — it's hard to explain, but the attention was somehow both violating and the tiniest bit addictive.
Addictive and even comforting, because as a star of a not- critically-acclaimed, guilty-pleasure nighttime soap opera, she knows her job could disappear very easily. Years ago there was an Emmy, but she was younger then. Now she needs continual reassurance that she is still "someone," and paparazzi are good for that.
So, along with most of Hollywood, she hates them and yet dresses for them and acts as if they are lurking about somewhere at all times, which makes public outings and communications during public outings part of a giant performance. It's very meta.
"You, on the other hand," she continues, "have nothing to do but loaf around on the beach all summer. You don't even have to save for college."
"So maybe I need bathing suits," I say. "And loafing-around clothing. Maybe as my mother you might have noticed I've grown out of most of my sandals. Not to mention you stole my Ray-Bans."
"Those Ray-Bans make you look fat," she says.
"It's true. They make your cheeks look puffy."
"And my ass, too, no doubt," I say, almost spitting out the words. "Sunglasses have a way of doing that."
"If your mother can't tell you the truth, who can?"
"The truth according to you is that I should be anorexic. Maybe we should all start doing coke for breakfast. Would that make you happy?"
"I just want you to realize that a healthy weight —"
"I am a healthy weight. I'm shorter than you and I have hips and boobs, which, in real life as opposed to television, look just fine. And so what if I were fat?"
"Then you'd have a very difficult future ahead of you," she says, with such a convincing worried-mama face that I almost believe her concern is real.
"Let's not pretend you give a crap about my future, Mom. You just don't want me to have a Kardashian ass."
"God, no," she says. "Certainly not unless you were taller."
"You are such a freak show."
"Stop it," she snaps. "Quit sniveling and go shop."
"Wow, this gets warmer and cozier by the minute," I say, taking long strides and making her hustle on those stilettos. "Girl time. Yay."
"You have five minutes," she says. "I'll wait here on the bench."
"What — you don't want to do fatness patrol on my choices?"
"Four minutes and thirty seconds ..."
"Perfect," I say. She thinks the short time frame will deter me, but damn if I'm not going to get something out of this mother-daughter fiasco. I hold out my hand for her credit card. She passes it to me and then crosses her arms over her chest.
"That bench makes you look fat," I say, and witness her momentary look of panic before I storm away.
Ten minutes later, I return. In the bags I'm carrying are:
-Three bathing suits, one particularly awesome with bottoms that look like lace shorts
-An oversize tee with kittens on it (Mom is allergic)
-A pair of sequined leggings
-A pair of round-eyed Miu Miu sunglasses
-Two new pairs of Ray-Ban Wayfarers, the same kind I had before. From now on I'm calling them my "Ray-Ban Fat-Asses."
And I'm going to wear them a lot.
Mom stands up. "Happy now?" she says, and links her arm in mine like we weren't just ready to kill each other a few minutes ago.
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Lola Carlyle's 12-Step Romance was a delightful surprise, I was intrigued of course by the concept and enjoyed the story a whole lot more than I expected. That was in part to Danielle's delightfully amusing lead character Lola, the daughter of two famous actors who are now divorced and seemingly oblivious to the lack of time and attention they pay to Lola, so when Lola's best-friend Sydney calls her from rehab telling her that Wade Miller an actor she befriended years ago whilst helping him on his first movie and whom she still has a crush, on is being admitted she knows she needs to find a way to be sent there as well, Lola knows she needs to be an addict of some kind and so begins her entertaining way of convincing her Mom she has an alcohol problem, after a couple of failures her Mom is finally realising that Lola needs some serious help for her (fake) addiction. Once in rehab Lola discovers that it's nothing like the spa resort that Sydney told her it was and Sydney is nowhere to be seen, add to that she's expected to talk about her feelings, keep up the pretense of being an alcoholic, deal with her unusual roommates and it doesn't help that she keeps butting heads with her gorgeous mentor Adam either. Lola will discover love where she least expects it, new friends, an understanding of her deep seated feelings she has towards her parents and most importantly herself. This book was both humorous and at times quite sad, Danielle has crafted a story that is hard to put down and an incredible read that I thoroughly enjoyed.
Lola's friend Sydney is in rehab and so is Lola's crush, actor Wade Miller. So, when Sydney asks Lola to join her for a detox holiday at Sunrise Rehabilitation Center, Lola fakes an alcohol addiction to get admitted - only to find out that Sydney has checked herself out! Now Lola is stuck in rehab with two roommates who cause her grief and a seriously bossy mentor. Lola is forced to confront a few home truths, but she might find romance in an unexpected place - and this fake rehab stint might turn out to be the best thing she's ever done. This book is laugh-out-loud funny in some parts, especially when Lola is checking into rehab and during the trip to Disneyland. Lola is funny, sassy, and slightly misguided, but you can't help but like her. It's nice to see her growth over the course of the book. A light, funny, romantic story with a few sobering (excuse the pun) moments. I received this book in return for an honest review.
This book was such an enjoyable read! I instantly adored Lola Carlyle, because she was willing to do anything for Wade and her best friend in rehab. I felt bad for her at times and I just loved going along the ride of ups and downs with her. My favorite character would have to be Adam, who was super sweet from the way beginning. He was just always there for Lola, and not just because he was supposed to be next to her all the time at rehab because he worked there! I felt horrible for Lola because her parents were always fighting. What makes it even worse is that they are both famous, so everyone knows about it. The longer that Lola stayed in rehab, the more she realized that maybe she needed her parents to be in her life a bit more. I really loved how Lola was the daughter of Hollywood celebrities. No matter what people say, I know that everyone loves reading books about celebrities and their kids! It's just so mystifying because none of us are celebrities ourselves. Imagine what it would be like to have so much money that when you're sad you could just go ahead and buy tons of clothes to get over the sadness. Not just any clothes either... super expensive clothes, like $600 pants. That's what life is like for Lola. She even just gives clothes away to her roommates in rehab and she's like "No it's fine I'll just buy more!" Lola was such a strong character, and she was willing to do whatever she had to do in order to get what she wanted, which was extremely respectable. I'd even say that she's a daredevil of sorts, especially because she put together this scheme in order to make herself look like a drunk in order to get into rehab to see Wade and make sure that her childhood friend was okay. This book was extremely funny as well! I found myself laughing a lot, which is always a great addition to a book in my opinion! I'd definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for a fun, fast, summer read!
I am sad to say that this novel ended up in my Did Not Finish pile. "Lola Carlyle's 12-Step Romance" by Danielle Younge-Ullman was nothing like what I thought it was going to be like. I feel like the synopsis is deceiving. Lola Carlyle is the daughter of a washed-up soap opera actress and a well-known director. Lola doesn't have a good relationship with her parents. Lola decides to try to fake an addiction to try to get into rehab to try to win her crush and teen heart-throb Wade Miller. I feel like this story had a lot of language in it. I understand that authors want to try to relate to how teenagers speak today but I don't feel like throwing cuss words in wherever possible is the right way to go about things. I can understand - maybe - if the word fits where it is being placed however I dont' feel like this is the case at all. I feel like this book is glamorize drugs and addiction. There may be a good message underlying somewhere but it is definitely hard to find in my opinion. When the mentors cross lines that is another issue. This is not something I could recommend to teenagers.
I really enjoyed this book.. lots of hilarious moments, and equally serious ones. I had a few problems with the book, especially with Sydney (Lola's bestfriend), and Jade (rehab roommate).. Nothing was clarified on what their stories were, especially with Jade, she hated Lola and kept saying a lot of things that were not explained. I don't want to give a lot away as the book is due to be published in May 2015, so there might be some changes! My other issue is that the book was short, I wanted more -- Yes, I'm being greedy here lol. All in all, I loved Danielle's style.. the writing was witty, and hilarious. The main character wasn't annoying and very relatable. And Adam was wonderful, I like it when the male protagonist isn't a douche to the MC and is likeable (read, loveable) from the get go.
Originally posted on my blog: Tangled Up In Books I received a copy of this book, from the publisher, in exchange for an honest review. In no way did this sway either my review or my rating! I have so much to say about this book and I'm not even sure where to start or if I'll remember everything because all these thoughts and feelings are tumbling around in my head and won't stop! I guess I should say, if I'm being honest, that initially when I started it...I didn't think I was going to like it all that much. Thankfully I pushed past the very frustrating beginning because by the end I really loved this book! The problem I had with the start of the book was that there were so many terrible characters. Lola's mom is terrible. Lola's dad is terrible. Lola's so called best friend Sydney is terrible. I don't mean terrible as in badly written. I mean they are just awful, awful people. They're all very rich and Hollywood type people so I feel like they were all very stereotypical of what I would except from the type of people they were and where they come from. Her dad ignores her and constantly forgets about her. Her mother is so annoyingly self centered and mentally abusive. And don't even get me started on Sydney. Just awful. For a while there I was thinking that the only bright spot would be Lola herself. Well, until she got to rehab and then I was even on the fence about her. To begin with the more I thought about the fact that she, who had no addictions, was willing to get herself admitted into a rehab facility all over some guy, well I was beginning to wonder why I wanted to read this. It was a crazy idea! I soon came to realize that was just the responsible adult in me talking and had to imagine my teenage self. I mean, if it were me and I had access to some swanky rehab center and whatever celeb I had a crush on was being admitted would my teenage brain think to do something stupid like try to get myself in there? I was rash and impulsive so...probably. Once I started to accept that and really took a look at Lola and her life I started really loving it. The weird thing is I kind of feel like Lola getting herself thrown into rehab was one of the best things that could have happened to her. She went in for the wrong and totally false reasons, but what she gained and learned about herself and her life was something that she desperately needed. Besides meeting Adam of course. I mean she plasters on this fake smile and everything is great attitude and she's never really honest with anyone, including herself. She doesn't deal with things like her parents very public and messy divorce and she lets people walk all over her and just smiles that for-the-press type of smile and feeds everyone the my life is awesome stories. In rehab she was surrounded by people who saw through it and didn't let her get away with her lies and through some tough therapy she comes out a better person. I think the only character I ended up liking the entire time without any wavering was Adam. He obviously wasn't the guy that Lola went into rehab for, but as I got to know both guys I was extremely happy that he was the one she ended up with. He was tough but sweet. He cut her slack when he thought she needed it but he also was very hard on her and tried really hard not to let her get away with things. They really pushed each other's buttons and I was loving it each and every time. They had this really fun and sweet relationship. Plus it was basically in the forbidden zone and I'm all about the fighting the feelings because they're not supposed to be together types of relationships. I am so glad that I ended up pushing past my initial feelings of annoyance with most of these characters and kept going. It was fun and heartbreaking. It was about self discovery and acceptance, about learning to be honest. The romance was sweet and heartwarming. I wish there was more! I definitely wasn't ready to say goodbye to Lola and Adam by the end of the book. Thank you to Entangled Publishing for the opportunity to read and review this book.
12 Things I loved about Lola Carlyle Lola is spunky! Lola realizes that Sunrise isn't what she expected Her flirtatious encounter with Wade The unique setting Adam's refusal to allow Lola to get her way The look into the world of addiction without it being portrayed heavily The humor The antics Lola pulls to get out of going to therapy Lola's realization about friendships Lola realizing she's hurting more than she cares to admit Adam: just everything about him. He's an overall good guy. The ending it was perfect, and exactly what I wanted to see for the characters.