My least favorite of Kerouacs books. That being said, I still enjoyed it. I read it as a senior in high school, during my obsessive for beatnik literature days. An obsession that continued, with less intensity, throughout my life. This is Kerouac before the drugs and the jazz. It's him in high school as a quarterback. Its amazing because I felt a lot of similarities in the feelings and experiences I had in my hometown, which was also small. And this is neat because it was written in 1939, and it still had relevance. For a 18 year old girl in 2005 to have felt a similarity to a 1939 Jack Kerouac, is just beyond cool.