Wasn't too bad. The point of this book was to relate - to have characters to relate to, to have scenes to identify with and project your own memories onto, to have parents to hate, to have girls to fall in love with, whatever, I got it. And all of this is OK in theory, barring the facts that mid-90s punk happened before my time and the story isn't particularly groundbreaking (these all universal suburban American teen tropes). However, I'm not sure Meno had to make it so easy for us. I don't understand why Meno had to spell everything out like an episode of Dora the Explorer, pausing and waiting for everyone to have their fill before moving on.