I wanted to find out if the hipster hype about Mr. Leroy is well-founded, and maybe I wanted to like the book. I liked it, a little. I've certainly never read a book that writes so lightly about some dark topics (truckstop whores, pimps, pedophiles). Sometimes I wanted to put the book down and take a shower; more often I was worried what the person behind me on the Metro would think if she read over my shoulder. Ultimately, I stopped caring what happened to Sarah and put it down for good.