Occasionally, a book comes out and gets a rave review in the New York Times Book Review that makes me rush out and buy it so I can be part of a thing everyone's doing, like watching Breaking Bad or a Super Bowl football game (something I've never done, by the way). It was true in 2010 with [a:Tom Rachman|3066198|Tom Rachman|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1516813110p2/3066198.jpg]'s debut novel The Imperfectionists, and I'd hoped it would be true with [a:Kevin Wilson|15255666|Kevin Wilson|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png]'s fourth novel, [b:Nothing to See Here|42519313|Nothing to See Here|Kevin Wilson|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1559591792l/42519313.SY75.jpg|66239115].
 My hopes were murdered.
 "Good Lord, I can’t believe how good this book is," began Taffy Brodesser-Akner's October 29 review. I bought it, read it, and I'm baffled by her review. She goes on to, among other things, call the narrator "the most interesting and gratifying narrator of a novel I’ve read in years." The narrator is likeable enough, but she offers no insights that I can remember now, and I just finished the book yesterday.
 Nothing to See Here is getting noticed in part because Wilson wrote it in ten days. Unfortunately, it reads like that. The prose is fine but there's nothing in one sentence that made me slow down and mull it over, the plot twist was so predictable I saw it coming from the second chapter, and the characters were all two dimensional ones from central casting. Bodesser-Akner is in her mid forties. You'd think she'd have developed a more discerning literary pallet by now.
 Go ahead and read it. You'll finish it in a couple of days, less if you're not doing much else at the moment. But don't run out and pay full price for it like I did. The only consolation I'm getting from doing that is that I like my small, local independent bookstore and I'm happy to see them make some money now and then. I'm going to see if my library will take it because there's no one I'd care to give it to.
Nothing to see here indeed.
 You'd be better off reading The Imperfectionists if you haven't already. It's one of the few books I was sorry to finish.
 I can't offer an excerpt from it because the narrator swears in nearly every paragraph and this site is prudish about that. The swearing didn't bother me, but it's excessive and a poor way to make a character's voice hip and cool, or whatever Wilson was going for.