Love, love, love. Only knock is that all 3 pieces feel like the same narrator (a slightly-modified version of the author) but they are not the same person. So it feels like 3 works in which the author repeated himself, instead of a more fleshed-out single novel. But I am happy to have him repeat this endlessly, because it's so dang good. Consistently warm writing that comes from a blend of playfulness, earnestness, and intellectualism.