I like this book, it's written well, but it just weighed on me morally. I know that skanky Philadelphia slept with some dude called Luis, and then tried to pass it off as Max's babe, but the fact a great majority of this book, Max believes himself to be the dad, but yet he and Low Down are enjoying sexy times...it just didn't sit right. Even though the ending had deux ex machina about it, and it turned out Philly was a skank after all. Just the moral ambiguity for the majority of the book...just no. I couldn't enjoy myself. Imagine if Max REALLY had been the dad? I would've been appalled at his behavior, despite how torn he appeared at times. It was just convenient though, wasn't it? That everything got solved into a pretty pink bow. Humpfh.