To use the adjective "like" in connection with this novel is poor diction. NOTHING, a translation from the Danish, by Janne Teller, is DISTURBING and thought-provoking...a bit of Spinelli's THE LOSER coupled with SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES, don't quite know why I characterize it this way...more about the feeling than the content. It is described as "bleak" and it is that, but it addresses existential angst in a very real way among a group of Year Sevens (13-14 years old). In what and where do we find meaning? Don't know if I'll book talk this as a general title in my middle school classroom, but I will recommend it specifically to certain perceptive readers. It is worth reading.