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This book was a nonsensical jumble of plots and ideas and characters. I didn't get it, not even a little. I kept reading, doggedly, because I couldn't imagine that something so pointless would walk off with the Printz medal. But it did. There was no one to like in this book. Hell, there was no one to even understand. It was muddy and muzzy and meandering. Also not entertaining, not particularly meaningful and not well-written. Hated it.
