I loved Bakopoulos' first novel for its thoughtful earnest story. Now he's back attempting irony, political/social commentary, mild satire, and still trying to hang on to the wonder and earnestness. Why are writers doing this? Why won't they stop?
All the same it's a quick, diverting read and it has the honor of being the first book to bash me over the head with the social symbolism of the 2008 election.
PS I am now going to be more stringent with my rating system