Lots of times I wonder why some books get such good ratings, even from my handpicked GR-friends who I highly trust in their opinions. And then I think: tastes differ. That's life. Chardonnay or Sauvignon Blanc. Parmezan or Pecorino... 
 This is gonna sound arrogant but with this particular novel I want my highly regarded GR-friends who absolutely adored this book to regain their sharp focus and considerable analysis. 
 1+1 = 2 equals THIS IS NOT A GOOD BOOK! Even if you like the premise (stolen from Eternal sunshine and maybe a bit more farfetched from Jesse Ball's A cure for suicide) of erasing memories - in this case - to wipe out ones gay feelings and memories, the execution is the opposite of flawless. It is so stupid, clumsy and unscientific. I love wild, impossible ideas in novels, but if a writer risks going down that path, please make sure the path is probable, clear, sensible and realistic in it's surrealism. 
 My GR-Friend Doug warned me that he even loathed this book, and during the first part I thought that to be exaggerated. But in the end I totally share his loathing. 
 Can somebody of the worshipers explain to me how this story makes sense and why even ugly tears were shed? 
 I'm sorry again for sounding arrogant, but this feels to me way beyond taste... 
 "I don't hate you," Brendan says. "I just don't understand why you're being gay." "I can't change that," I say. Except for that time I could, and even then, I still kind of couldn't. He sits up and rests his elbow on his knee. "You chose that Thomas kid over us. We're your blood, not him or anyone else." "Maybe that's true. But I never knew. And I'm basically a toy without batteries because of you guys." "Your boys will take care of you, A." "Even if I'm gay?" I say the word out loud, about myself, because even though I never chose this, I can choose to accept it before it's too late. Brendan says nothing. I have my answer. I head back up the stairs and hope one day Brendan will find his happy ending. I really do want this for my very confused, former sort of best friend." 
 Ugh! Jikes!