" Almost every character in this book of short stories is a complete jerk. From the body-fascist triathlete with no time for joy in her 2%-fat life, to her jackass stoner boyfriend who sabotages her greatest triumph with spiked Gatorade, this is not an escapist book. That's perfectly fine, but I don't find Boyle as affecting as others do. This book, like many postmodern collections, leaves me squeaky-clean, untouched by emotion. It didn't help that there were so few likeable characters. "
— Brian, 1/22/2014