Have you ever read something and been shocked that the author knows the inside of your head so well? This was certainly the case with Canty’s book. And given the fact that the book is set where I grew up, I am wondering if that feeling was more than a coincidence. The compelling intricacy and self-consciousness of Kenny’s thinking is honest, true and familiar. We put words into the air so recklessly. Each one, as we see in this book, can cause damage. The plot, perhaps predictable in places, is not central here. This book is about being on the cusp of adulthood and trying to figure out what means and how to proceed, especially when you are starting to awaken to the fact that those who are older than you may have things that mark success, but they are no more certain about how to move forward than you are.