I would probably file this book alongside stuff like Boyracers by Alan Bissett and Graffiti My Soul by Niven Govinden, but ultimately it doesn't work as well. I mostly liked it, but soon realised it was something to pass the time rather than something I could get invested in, plus once in a while I was kind of like, okay, this bit is going on too long and is a bit teen-angsty. But then at the very end this nugget of information was revealed that changes the whole damn thing, and there was nothing there to even hint at it beforehand and it's something that every single character in the novel is aware of, so it's just, like, oh, this was intentionally kept from the reader and I found it annoying rather than clever. I mean, I guess maybe it would be interesting to read the book a second time now knowing this bit, except I didn't feel like it so I left it on an Air Sweden flight from Erbil to Stockholm and maybe someone else will pick it up and appreciate it more than I ultimately did.