3.5 of 5 
 If I said that I was "conflicted" with my rating on this book, it would be a huge understatement. I thought the synopsis was really interesting and that got me hooked into it in just a snap. 
 This is certainly not for the soft-hearted reader. If you just want a light-hearted read, well then, get off this because my friend, this is not cut out for you. This has left me, perhaps eighty percent of the time, feeling disturbed-as if there was something over the horizons. It's really not a nice feeling, I'm gonna tell you that. 
 There were so many channels of "mystery" for the story to go through and I was a little disappointed because I felt like there were too many pages that were wasted to the everyday life processes of Frank. I wanted to know more about his dad, his mom, Eric, his friends, etc. So many channels that may have been given the chance to be explored. But oh well. Half the time, the prospect of Eric and his backstory was the motivation for me to finish this book. I've picked this up and chucked it off in my bookshelf more than three times because I found myself as someone who cannot handle it. But then! Sixty pages away from the end of the book, shit started going down! THAT WAS A PLOT TWIST I CANNOT HANDLE AND IT CERTAINLY IS EXPLOSIVE (wink, wink). I didn't expect that, no, it didn't even pass through my mind-not once. 
 Don't get me started on the last paragraph of the book. It is so-just what an ending. It's weird how the novel comes together in just that simple way, even a little childish in some sense. HOW?! 
 If there was any redeemable thing about it, I would say the ending. The beginning of the book up until the middle was kinda idle for my taste. It didn't keep me engaged all throughout it. But, I refused to make an opinion of a book if I didn't even had the guts to finish it. Sometimes something is there in the end. And that proved to be right in this book's case. So yeah, even though the ending was fire, I sure did hope that the beginning was more of a throat-getter. 
 I give this 3.5 because it was certainly more than something that's okay but less than something I would deem 4-star worthy. I guess I still am not in that stage where I can further appreciate this. Or the genre is not something I would really fancy but it's a book that I know is good, but did not like at the same time. But I must tell you, this. This is certainly literature. There were some sense of reality in it and I loved how raw it is and how it did not romanticize things but something that certainly made you think; disturbing, thought-provoking. 
 Do I recommend it? You know what? I don't know, really. Okay, let's come to a compromise. If you think you're not too soft-hearted and you want to think, sure go on ahead and pick up a copy, trooper. On the other hand, if you think that you are more of a light reader, don't even dare. Because, my man, your head will be twisted in odd directions. You have been warned; this is hard-straight-up. Although, maybe picking this up would heighten your horizon in some way. Well fuck, even in the recommendation part I'm still conflicted.