Hmm...

This is either one of the most inane or one of the most meaningful books I've ever read and the fact that I don't know which concerns me. Is this just the stream-of-consciousness story about a boy "disillusioned" about society and whose constant flitting whimsy devalues his confident declarations (which are rarely executed)—or is this a profound commentary about the prideful state of fallen man? Having such a fickle narrator makes for an unusual story. I feel as if the author must be making some abstruse point about the fakeness imposed on us by "societal constructs," but I don't think that a young capricious boy was the best avenue to convey that message. It is supposedly a great classic, but I'd have to think about it a lot more to understand what, if anything, this book advocates through such a child-like perspective.

Also, a star off for all the incessant swearing which makes me unwilling to recommend this.