I didn't much like this chapter of Moody's story. He's simultaneously perfect and hornswoggled, if one can imagine. His endless cataloguing of each and every breakdown of his piece-of-junk car grew wearying after the first breakdown. His patience with his wastrel companion was annoying, and the lack of resolution at the end was the last straw. I had a hard time reconciling the morally upright youth of the earlier books with this young man who is falsifying doctor's reports and lying to his mother at every turn. At this point, I'm glad there's only one more.