So everything those rave reviews say about this book being "Brave" and "Unflinching" and whatnot is true. It's a brutal picture of teens (children, really) who have fallen through the cracks, and what they have to do to survive. I love these kids; they're smart, courageous, imaginative and determined to get the hell out. It falls short of the kind of hagiography you can get in these sorts of books, because the main character is such a glorious little snot, but you have to love him anyway, eh? The plot, writing, character voices, etc, were all very strong, and I can see why it's pulling awards.
That said, it IS another entry in the Those Tragic Gays column. I know that we want to rally the straights to our cause, rahrah and all that, but maybe we, as a movement, could find a way to do it besides constantly writing ourselves as victims who just suffer so beautifully, darling.