At first I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to get through the book...I made it through the five-year-old section of Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man because I knew that he (and the language) would grow up sooner rather than later. So, the prospect of reading a full-length novel told in the voice of a five-year old seemed kinda nuts. However, once the plot starting picking up it was much easier to get through the five-year old monologue (he was very literate, for a five-year-old). At this point, I was glad to hear the story from his perspective, instead of the adult one of his mother. It puts a whole new spin on something that pops up disgustingly often in the news. Overall, I'd say it's very clever and a quick read, and would recommend it to anyone who's been missing good contemporary fiction in their lives.