I absolutely inhaled this book in about a day and a half. Granted, I read a lot of it on a plane. But it was still great.

Kevin Wilson feels like a very well-kept secret: I rarely hear about him, but I only hear absolute wonderful things. This was a book that a cousin gave to me for Christmas a year or two ago, and I am sorry I let it sit on my shelf so long!

The elevator pitch isn’t what makes the book good, so I won’t even go into the plot. This book could be about paint drying and it would still be great. What makes it good is the realness of the characters, and the humanness of all the scenes. Each moment feels ordinary enough and relatable enough that you could slide right into the book; which makes it all the wonderful and awesome when absolutely extraordinary and bonkers things happen.