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Unconvincing child narrators are one of my recurring sources of ire in literature. David Mitchell only seemed to be self-consciously channeling Holden Caulfield about half of the time. The other half of the time, his Jason was utterly heartbreaking and convincing. The "Hangman" chapter was one of the best I'd read in a long time and instantly had me excited about Mitchell again after the disappointing Number9Dream almost convinced me that Cloud Atlas was an anomaly. Verdict: I would highly recommend this book to people who like well-written stories about painful adolescence. Not so much to those who hate Catcher in the Rye and its like.