I’m not a fan of rotating first-person narrators, which made this hard to embrace. Further, it doesn’t offer a character in particular to like—just a bunch of broken adults doing their best. It centers around eldest sibling Michael, who reminds me of Ignatius J. Reilly without the ironic distance. We’re supposed to love him despite his many failings, but it’s a challenge. The writing is at times overly impressed with its cleverness, but it’s scattered with observations and insights so incisive and well formed that they make it (mostly) worth the struggle.