I just can't review this book without starting by saying, okay. The main character is a present-day teenager who thinks he's Jack Kerouac, although I seriously doubt he's ever read Kerouac, because basically, the kid is a loser. Except, of course, he thinks that he is amazing and fun and deep; in actuality, he's an alcoholic flake.
The entire time I was reading this book, I was irritated. By the main character, by his mother, by his sister, by his friends. I have to say, though, that the book was well-done. If I knew a teenager who I thought would enjoy On the Road
, but who just wasn't ready for that kind of grammatical mess, I'd hand them this book.