More like 2.5 stars, but I'm rounding down as this didn't affect me as much as I would have liked.Suicide is a tricky subject. Mental health in general is rarely - if ever - depicted correctly in fiction, and depression is no exception. While I liked how this book showcased the aftermath of suicide (survivor guilt/anger, warning signs seen in hindsight, etc.), this story became burdened by Miles.I read in another review that if a character is too bitter all the time, it's hard for the reader to connect. Yes, we understand that character is suffering, but it's overbearing to read nothing but bitterness and self-pity page after page. You have to have light with the dark, otherwise you can't appreciate the weight of the darkness. It all becomes lost.This was hard to read. The pacing was on and off, and while I did care about the characters, I wasn't invested. I wasn't hoping for one thing to happen or not happen. That's not good. I'm only a few pages in to other books I'm currently reading and I'm already dying to know what happens. Not so with You Know Where To Find Me. I will say I liked the diversity. The ending wasn't a Pollyanna HEA, so that's good. Still. I found my mind wandering a few times as I read. My small attention span couldn't be held captivated. Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's the author's, maybe we're both to blame.The rants about D.C. were interesting, sure. And yes, Miles is passionate about her hometown. That's great. Still, I felt like I was being lectured, almost like someone spliced in a book report or Wikipedia page into a YA novel. Miles's thoughts on white privilege and class privilege were interesting, though, and thought-provoking.Cohn has talent, that's for sure. I'll be checking out more of her work. This book, however...I can't see myself recommending it to anyone, unless they're a hardcore fan of D.C. politics.