More of a rambling dramatic monologue than a carefully crafted novel, this is a piece of entertainment that isn't badly written, but isn't particularly engaging either. The drastic level of slang in the narrator's voice is nearly unbelievable, especially when paired against his lover, who speaks in an overly formal voice which is itself unbelievable. Those distractions were tough for me to overlook, as was the lack of tension. Supposedly, the book is built around the narrator's worry about taking an AIDS test and then waiting for the result, but that so-called worry disappears for most of the book, though early on (and later on) he claims that it consumed his life. Theoretically, HIV/AIDS is at the center of the work, but if anything, the book argues that there's really no need to worry after all since both characters had indisgressions, neither got tested, and neither worries all that much about it or faces any results, judging from the narrative.

In all, I have to say that I found this an easy read, but a frustrating one. There wasn't much to it beyond a rambling narrator who varied between being incredibly immature and the wisest one in his circle, and much of the plotting and characterization here just wasn't believable.

Unfortunately, not anything I'd recommend. ( )