Hopefully, I'll expand on this later. It really ought to be a 2 1/2 stars, but alas, I cannot choose that. The book had great potential, some interesting characters, and was an intriguing re-imagining of the Peter Pan tale. But in Brom's attempts to make the story modern, I'm stuck reading about whiny adolescents and crotch-grabbing thugs with a Peter caricature that oscillates between awesome and unfavorably creepy. Maybe the latter was purposeful, but I didn't quite take to it. Sinister vibes would have worked best. But creepy? It just makes me think of pedophiles and annoying nutbags. 
 The descriptions overall were solid and very beautiful, but in the end, this book just didn't grab me.