Kim Reads Books About Things

You had me at the title, Mr. Portman. The only complaint I have about this book is the very unfortunate subtext that a relatively annoying boy with few attractive or redeeming qualities could still somehow get sexual favors from attractive girls for doing... nothing of great importance. Seriously. That leaves a strong bitter taste in my mouth even a year and a half after reading it. But man, there's seriously nothing else I can fault the book for. The protagonist was just like a real teenage boy (in the worst ways), it lampoons a book I loved without making me feel like a moron for having enjoyed it, and it's basically a funny and interesting read from beginning to end. Not an important read, but a fun one, and worth all 400+ pages.

And I'm naming my band's first EP "Sentient Beard" in honor of it.