It’s good, I suppose. Certainly on a rubric. But I didn’t enjoy it. Not as a story, and not as an American (the most important of authorities, of course /s). It was not enough, in the interesting sense nor in the lens of the author sense—for me. Which is frustrating. This is a recurring experience with these books y'all do tricks on the dong of. I could give it the benefit of the doubt, maybe it was not the right time. But then... when would it ever be? I will always be brown, and this will always be the most superficial telling of this countries' capitalist grasp tale. That’s right, I said it! I was at no point compelled. Well, I’m compelled to put a curse on the bloodlines of all who led me here. Sleep with one eye open, old sportz. Nah, I'm glad I returned to this outside of high school, honestly. If only to recall why I was so uninterested in it in the first place. At times it read as a sad and pretty song, a lot like wind chimes. That's enough some days, I guess. Not today.