I like stuff with romantic elements and angst, usually YA, fantasy, paranormal/urban fantasy or variations thereof. Usually wrinkles nose at sci-fi due to unlikely tech. Straight girl who likes boys that like boys!
I went into this expecting to at least really like it, if not loving it outright. Perhaps it was just the wrong book at the wrong time at the wrong book-mood, but mostly I felt quite.... indifferent about the whole thing. Sometimes it made me slightly cranky and impatient, and I really tried - but failed! - to see why Levi was so interesting (however, kudos for creating a regular guy, not an eye-popping, mind-boggling drop-dead-gorgeous hunk o'love, even if I didn't feel it). At the end I became a little very seriously fed up with the Snow thing, skimming quickly over the Snow interludes, because ok, whatever, who cares?!
Maybe this book wasn't for me because I've never read Harry Potter (I know, shocking, last human on earth that hasn't), or never been that passionately a fan of something? I could relate to the anger at her mother leaving - been there, done that - but pretty much nothing else.
It wasn't a bad book - really it wasn't - it just did not speak to me.