I Was Here is a good book with an important message about picking up the pieces after a loved one commits suicide. It is raw. It is visceral. And it is almost ruined by the trope-eriffic, cliché-ridden romance. Why, Gayle? Why?! This was ever-so-much more annoying than that sneaking into the ICU scene in If I Stay devolving into pure sitcom silliness. I want to love you, Gayle, but you won’t let me with this nonsense! Gah! Details under the spoiler tag.