This book popped up as a suggestion for those who liked a few other adventure / survival-type stories, and while it sort of fit that theme it just didn't live up to the hype. For one thing, it's written very poorly. I was shocked to see so many reviews stating the opposite, but it has awful grammar and uses an awkward, very staccato style. I'm not sure Mr. Ollestad really understands how metaphors should be used either. Sure, it's about an eleven-year-old boy, and perhaps that was the voice the author was going for, but any actual eleven-year-old boy probably could have written it better. It just distracted from the story. In addition, there's really not much to the survival tale. I think he slipped all the chapters about his relationship with his dad into the book partly to provide context but mostly to add weight. It would have been a ten minute read without them. The apparent obsession with naked adults and their genitals (and HIS genitals) and repeatedly watching/listening to them have sex also seemed strange and out of place, given the rest of the story.
Without spoiling anything, here's the kind of writing you can expect (quoted directly): "It was desolate. The sky was gray and dull. We parked behind a building underneath the control tower. We walked in. My dad knocked on a door and man a few years younger than he emerged. His name was Rob Arnold." It's like this the whole way through!