Well written. I felt like I was growing up in New York alongside Beller's characters. I felt like I was at the Hannakuh party near the end. However, some of these short stories made me incredibly uncomfortable as a woman. Most (if not all) (actually, quite possibly all, including Alex's own mother near the end!) are objectified and do nothing but give the reader insight into the protagonist(s) perverse imagination. Are we meant to believe all men think this way? Because there was not one male character in these stories that didn't. Mark's insane thought process particularly disturbed/grossed/shocked (all the adjectives) me. Anyways, there were some short stories I enjoyed more than others. Admittedly, the ones where the protagonists were younger likely because they were not as... gross as the adults. As I said, though, the writing is incredible. Reminiscent of J.D Salinger, Beller is able to situate the reader within the story and make us feel a part of it; even though I often did not want to be. Maybe that's the vibe he was going for. I probably wouldn't recommend it.