I first read this when I was in law school, and loved it (previously gave it 5 stars, in fact). At the time, I identified with the main character and felt understood.
Here we are, almost 20 years later, and I've re read it. The book feels like it's channeling Jay McInerney and early Bret Easton Ellis (in fact, the protagonist gives someone a copy of Story of My Life). I didn't dislike it, but I didn't love it anymore, either. Also, it lost credibility with me as soon as I read a passage about someone moving to "Manneunk." Neither the author not the editor caught that it's "Manayunk," which annoys me. (Side note: when I first read this book, I was living in Tallahassee, Florida, and had no clue about the Philadelphia area. Now, though, I've lived in the area - including a 6-year-stint in the properly-spelled Manayunk - for almost a decade. Funny.).
Anyway, I'm not sure what my point is here, so I'll stop rambling and dock the book a star or two.