You have to have a twisted, dark, dry sense of humour to enjoy this novel - although I don't necessarily have it, I can still appreciate it. I liked reading from Eli's point of view since he seemed like the more reliable brother, and everything about Charlie drove me a little batty. I wish I could have liked this story more, for all the hoopla it garnered. Something about this book being on all the Can Lit prize lists this year strikes me as a little odd. DeWitt doesn't even live in Canada anymore, and he wrote a story that has an entirely American identity. I suppose this is the central problem with a lot of Canadian writers who have moved to the States to pursue their careers. I think I just have a problem with giving someone a prize of Canadian funds if the money is going to be taken and spent in another country.