Ooh, freaky. Definatly designed to crawl the line between Lit Fic and Mystery. Czuhlewski creates a clever but heartless book, one you'll enjoy reading while still not feeling anything for it. )I'd count this to the above-mentioned genre bending. He can't play to the camp, yet he can't swallow the petty emotionality). If nothing else, it is a good examination of genius and artistry, as well as one of the truest examinations of post-college life.

I would give this one a six, but I feel as though I may value it more over time.