This is a very strange science fiction. In the first reading, I was once very difficult to enter the state. The picture in front of me was a chaotic and extravagant youth of a few high school girls - Sam, Lindsay, Amy and Alaidy. They were vain, conceited, timid and blind... On cupid day, the most popular girls, who are the most popular girls and who are the most popular girls, are the most superficial. They think of love as an ornament, a blind eye to affection, and a friendship, but a tool for making fun of each other at a party. Their lives are full of dirty curses, psychedelic music and soul free sex. Until a car accident, a white light, all the chaos of life into the circle of time, after a complete silence, start a new cycle, all the time back to the starting point, all the things that have actually happened, are drowned in the vortex of time, back to the starting point of that day...

Following Sams wake up and over again, what she did or what she wanted to do was not what I could expect, to say, the author took me step by step to follow Sams consciousness to experience the same thing that would happen every day. In the course of reading, I once thought: maybe, this is a dream of Sam. In the dream, she did what she did in the same seven days. When she really woke up, it was only a dream, a new genius really started. Or, Sam was dead for the first time, and these were only her last. Imagine, the imagination before death. But finally, the last time, Sam realized that it was her last day, and she was going to spend it for the last day.

In the seventh part of the book, Sam is a freshman, her mind is filled with a clean, fragrant and warm emotion. She knows love and love, she is good at perceiving all the wonderful things in life, and keeping in mind the wonderful moments of her life: the wonderful experiences of the midnight and the seashore to the seaside, and the svellet with his friends. The happy hour of the egg crumble; the little happiness of the hot August lying on the balcony to smell the grass; and the quiet joy of the cider with my father and mother on the snowy christmas eve...

I always feel that there is a truth, I can never refute, that is, everyone has his way of life, so everyones choice is nothing wrong. For example, some people choose to fall in love with their girlfriends for seven years, talk about marriage, and then quickly put into a new romance a few months before the wedding, and then easily change the original promise - this is his choice, you can despise him morally, but it cant be determined that his choice is a mistake.

I think it is worth reading, and it is very interesting.