After finishing Schlinder's List, I needed something mind-numbingly amusing. And even while I was reading about Winger's 14-year-old loser life, I kept thinking, "I don't believe I'm reading this. I don't believe I'm laughing." Because I hated teenage boys when I was a teenager, and this reminds me why. 
 I guess I'm laughing because it keeps me from crying over the truth of it. 
 Ryan Dean (aka Winger) is two years younger than his classmates, being a 14-year-old junior. And of course, he feels like he doesn't fit it. He believes everyone thinks of him as a little kid, and he has a sex-obsessed imagination, and every little thing he does makes him feel like even more of a loser. 
 This is the voice of a 14-year-old boy. Every girl is hot, and he has a mega-crush on his hot best friend (a girl, of course, because--he's sure to remind you--he's definitely not gay.) And the whole "not gay" thing got tedious, because he's friends with someone who's actually gay, and in case his girl-crazed, sex-obsessed mind wasn't obvious enough, he constantly reminds you that he loves Joey in a not-gay way. Okay, Winger. 
 Except... the ending. In the last ten or so pages of the book, it took a dark turn. And it became about something that this book isn't about. I don't want to talk about it, because it makes me legitimately angry. Now I don't know what this book is about. Is it about Winger, awkward 14-year-old boy, or is it about "social justice?" 
 2.5 stars overall, because I don't know how the heck I feel about it.