I love Colson Whitehead's other novels, and this one is pretty good, too. But it's not really his normal genre, in fact it's not exactly a "novel" in the strictest sense of the word. There isn't a plot, as far as I can tell. It's one summer in the life of an adolesent boy (roman a clef?) and I found it very enjoyable to be reading about summer life during this very wintery nyc winter. Plus, the author and I are the same age, and he really captured that time period. It was cool to recognize so many forgotten pop cultural references. So good, 3 stars, but I'm ready for a "real" Colson Whitehead novel now.