So this was probably one of my first sci-fi books, which is perhaps why I still like it. I was ready to be too old for it and add it to the sale box, but find that maybe I still like it enough to keep. I blame this on having read and enjoyed it as a kid. We always like things better when we enjoyed them as children first.
One thing that frustrates me, though, is that I never had a moment like Puck, where I realized that Job X was the coolest job ever and that's what I want to be when I grow up, no question. I did the usual childhood waffle (Author! No, astronaut!! No, librarian!!! No, musician!!!! No, president!!!!! No, owner of a private island!!!!!! No, veterinarian!!!!!!!), but that's as far as I ever got. I'm still kind of in the midst of that waffle (though I've at least eliminated astro-naught (ha!) and politician from the list), and find myself getting no closer to an answer. Woe. But I fear I've lost you, random review-reader. My point is that seeing someone else have this moment of clarity makes me feel frustrated at my lack of clarity. And perhaps a wee bit jealous. But mostly frustrated. Pretty much a personal issue that has nothing to do with the book's plot, characters, or writing.
Conclusion: Engaging enough that I'm not ready to sell it off just yet, though goodness knows I could use the space and the cash. But perhaps not appropriate for the average adult reader. Unless you need a break from all that depressing grown-up cra– I mean, driv– I mean, um… stuff.