I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
"...and a blade waiting for anyone who thought to mess with me."
About would be better than to - anyone who thought about messing with me. It's just little things like this, small grammar issues, along with the all too common tragic past that aren't getting me into this book.
So far, the main character has almost cried like ten times in as many pages. I kinda want to slap her.
"...my body had a weird way of looking sexier than it was. With my fat lips and small C-cup sized breasts, I endured a lot of leering from the wrong kind of men."
I feel like I've already read the 'beauty who doesn't know she's beautiful' and 'getting leered at in icky ways' so many times before. Like... in every single NA book ever.
"it had been a long time since I lived in a real home..."
I had lived. Tense does not match up here.