Hoo boy, that was a wild ride. Like a marine biology horror flick with a MacGyver element. (Young folk might have to google that last reference.) It was a thoughtful contemplation on a strained relationship between a father and son, but you have to have a pretty strong stomach to read through the ghastly bits. I fully intend to suggest it to my 16-year-old son. I am sensing there is a reason it’s published by MTV books, which I didn’t realize was a thing. 
“Last night Jay dreamed of his father‘s bones, buttery in a nest of purple kelp, bejeweled with red sea slugs like holiday lights. The bones were soft in his hands, a gentle touch he never got from Mitt and therefore never gave back. He slid them against his cheek. He kissed them. He woke up tasting marrow. Funny, it tasted like tears.”