It is unfortunate that I cannot write reviews as well as other people. It's probably a lack of confidence, and also it's the fact that some books are so awe-inspiring to me that I can come up with no words. It's purely emotional.

Percival Everett does this to me every time. He can be one of the funniest writers out there, but he also rips my heart out using simple, every day words. He is the one author I'd love to meet the most.

What can I say about this book? I read it two years ago and it has still remained with me. I can barely remember some of the books I read last week, so to say that his books linger is something else. My brain is crusted over by all of the books I've read throughout my short, though seemingly long, life.

I want people to pick up this book because it is beautiful. The main character has too much sense in a world that carries hardly any common sense at all. He is humane. He is intelligent. He is kind, and open-minded, and exasperated by the ignorance that surrounds him. He is a good man, and he does what a good man should. However, he has little control over the people around him.

If you haven't read Percival Everett, please read him now. You may not like him as much as I do, but I don't see how you could walk away from one of his books without having learned something. ( )