ugh. I understand Eugenide’s intention with this book (I think) -the boys are voyeuristic and detached from the girls, always watching but never understanding.  but it felt so gross. they just use these poor girls then wonder what became of them. the parents weren’t much help either, but I guess the novel takes place in a time before therapy was widespread. anyways, I think Eugenides might be too much of a male author for me … his lived experience as a man seeps soo deeply into his work that it makes it unenjoyable