This book seemed to have too many stories going on at once--any of which (on its own) would have made a lovely book. This book was sort of like a shotgun--a lot of little things going on hoping something would stick with somebody. It had pieces that stuck, so I wouldn't call it a failure. But I wanted MORE of just a few of the story lines. I wanted more of Max. I wanted more depth with Benji--even just a little more to make me think he wasn't such a shallow, self-centered ass. I wanted more of Henry and Jane. What we got seemed irrelevant to the whole story. Their "secret" seemed completely unrelated to the whole story. What's that story about? And I wanted more of Claudia and Nick. Instead, we barely get an essence of these characters. Instead, they were sort of predicable and contrived.
I have to say that at least the prose was nice. Where the story and characters fell a little flat, some of the prose sticks out in my mind as being well-constructed and some of it was even beautiful! The message of the whole book is something I think that is relatable to all of us at some point--will any of us leave behind any lasting legacy? Or will we be forgotten within just a short time of our inevitable demise? Henry had it. Max didn't really want it, although he had it. And it was all Benji could think about. But what about Claudia? What about Nick? What about Cat? It wasn't a bad read. I am just really glad I didn't pay for it.