A loose and baggy book that subject-wise often wasn't an easy read — and things did not exactly improve as time went on. Although it didn't take away from the book, the kid is oddly naive compared to absolutely every other character which seemed more like a plot device so that the author could tell us things or try to shock the reader rather than being true to the character. The one thing missing from this book is more dancing. Elvis is (just about) floating above the sandy beach when we first meet him but that's pretty much it. (But most books could do with more dancing, so there's that.) Bonus feature not found in all editions: It was fascinating to read this on a train ride while behind me a Nigerian writer explained to his seat mate some of the intricacies of life in Nigeria.