Harlan Greene dredged up memories I had long ago allowed to gather dust and cobwebs. As a fellow southerner, I found myself remembering the same lonely feelings of disassociation as I grew into purberty. I remembered my longing for being one of the gang. However, I have to confess, that Greene's book took several turns I never thought it would. The ending is so mind boggling that I wouldn't have dared to guess the story's outcome. This is no Stephen King or Jeffrey Archer novel, with simple writing done for the brain dead. The prose in this book is very reminescent of Catcher in the Rye. You really have to love to read and to love discovering a book to fully appreciate Greene's work. While I'm bored to tears with the typical gay AIDS era novel - this one is different - leaps and bounds beyond any other I've ever read. If you can secure a copy, you'll have a real treasure.