The Secret History of the Pink Carnation by Lauren Willig: awful. Manages to insult two genres at once- historical fiction and chick lit. Contains two female protagonists so we can hate no their faux feminism from two different centuries. Spies so insipid they get caught on a recon mission cause they're too busy groping each other. Completely ignores the chance to teach real history or compare/constrast the social values (attitudes towards "birthright" and monarchy, gender roles, patriotism, etc) in favor of poorly executed romantic tropes. I should've read a Harlequin instead.
The Burn Journals by Brent Runyon: Author chronicles his one year of recovery after he sets himself on fire in a suicide attempt in the eighth grade. What makes it work is that Runyon chooses to write it in the present tense- moment to moment- we seeing portraits of initial reactions, not the retconned "message" or rationalization we humans are so prone to adding. In some ways, this sort of cut close for me.
Monster by Walter Dean Myers and Christopher Myers: Is written as a 16 yr old's account of his trial for felony murder... who decides to generally write it as a movie adaptation (complete with shots and cuts). An interesting conceit which allows you to both see the protagonist from a personal perspective and a more detached 3rd person perspective. Pretty good.