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The New York Times Book ReviewThere's a lot wrong with this book. But for all that, there's something very moving in it too, about lost love and how the dead are never really gone. Toward the end, the narrator—who suffered the most devastating mental illness of all, the illness called adolescence—says of himself: "I'm still here. And it's my job to make the best of it." His story is not unusual, not nearly as exotic as the interminable subtitle makes it sound, but it is genuine. If it's not "true" in the way that lawyers favor, it's still true to the way that young lovers grieve, and that is valuable indeed. For who was not once a young lover?