I liked, but didn't love this book. Hofstetter tells good stories with some valuable lessons for teens going through high school, even if his stories lean more towards privileged kids. For example, Steve includes various life lessons on relationships and dating girls; advice on trying too hard and being shot down socially (page 7); advice on dealing with bullies (various pages); eating disorders (page 31); and learning that you have to listen as well as talk (pages 144-146). Combined with funny hijinks and stories such as the 'Long ride on the short bus' (pages 54-61, where Steve's mother hires a crappy bus company to shuttle kids to save a bit of money), or when Steve starts teaching classes for his frequently-stoned English teacher (page 206), you've got some entertaining and valuable reading here.
In addition to its attraction as a light memoir for teens, I was interested in this book because I too, am (part) ginger -- and still a nerd. Reading the book, I discovered other personal similarities: I also hung out in the 'freak' hallway in high school (page 43), with the artists and nerds and outcasts; I went through different processes of being bullied and being a class clown; I was in plays and drama (pages 153-158); and I was very independent in some ways from a young age, travelling alone across my city. Unlike Steve, however, I wasn't raised in a huge house, didn't have siblings, didn't go to a fancy school, and didn't have the same extra-curricular and community opportunities, boo-hoo poor me etc.
Where Ginger Kid let me down was how, as the book went on, Steve became less and less a sympathetic personage. He spent entire chapters bringing up and rambling about consecutive slights to his person, and petty victories enjoyed -- from high school (e.g. pages 218-219, 250). Pages and pages of every embellished accomplishment and self-centred pat on the back, even given that it's a memoir and thus inherently-biased, soured me on Steve. I know we all do it, but reading chapters of it was too much for me. Additionally, Ginger suffers from poor editing, including various typos, but particularly concerning time and subject jumps. I assume some liberties were taken with the text to produce a quickly-paced, fast-reading book appealing to somewhat-reluctant readers, but when a major event or time transition takes place in the next paragraph, with little to no introduction -- there's a problem. See page 72 for a great example of this awkward truncation.
3.3 Stars