I'm not one who enjoys nonfiction and when I heard this was written by someone who actually is autistic, I was intrigued, even more so when it is from someone so young. The book starts off with a lot of promise and I resonated with a lot of Naoki's explanations due to my own mental illnesses. After a while, unfortunately, the answers grow repetitive. A lot of questions are answered with, "I'm not really sure," followed by some rambling that may or may not be relevant. It sadly became less and less interesting to read when I felt myself reading the same thing every page. And the short story towards the end felt completely unrelated to everything else. It does make me wonder what has been lost in translation and if there are some Japanese societal norms or phrases that make more sense if that's where you're from versus being American.

Not a terrible read, but not one I'd recommend either.