I "finished" this book but It was tedious what with MC Richard Arbuster's stilted language and his constant, whiny inner (and not so inner) monologues about his life and especially about the private school, Bratsworth, which he attended before being accepted at Indiana University as its youngest student.
Note that I put "finished" in quotes because I really have no clue if I finished the novel or not since it ended at location 5187 with an incomplete sentence: "I intended to remain in . . ." Talk about a "cliff-hanger!"
I bought this book wanting to re-visit my old fraternity days from a gay teen's viewpoint. While frats have changed slowly but surely since my days (late 1960s) being a brother in one as a somewhat still closeted young man, there were still a few things that struck a familiar chord with me. BUT . . . for Richard's fraternity to be an old and well-established one (his grandfather was a member) and for it to be the most prestigious house on campus, it would most assuredly have been a chapter of a national Greek fraternity and I don't THINK any of them would allow a member - no matter how often Richard proclaims himself to be a genius (he does that a lot) - who was just 14 years old. So the story lost credibility with me there as well.
Finally the adolescent romance between Richard and James lacked chemistry and just didn't ring true to me whereas I could have believed in a romance between Richard and Dylan if the author had made Dylan maybe 2 years younger.
While not an "epic fail," the book could have been much better. Perhaps if the author didn't turn out manuscripts like a machine (70+ novels in 15 or so years?), the story might even have been memorable. I admire that he was one of the earliest writers of books aimed at gay teen boys but he apparently made the decision long ago to emphasize quantity over quality :-(