Reading Good Material felt reminiscent of reading High Fidelity by Nick Hornby back in the day. It’s not often you get a pining lovesick story from the male point of view. The tone, though, was just a little too melancholy for my liking. Andy became too much of a sad sack and the story dragged: watching a character make mistakes over and over can work in some situations, but for some reason his coming of age/emotional maturation just didn’t resonate with me. I very much enjoyed the humorous moments, the vibrant cast of characters (especially his elderly roommate), and I appreciated how the author wrapped up the ending. But Ghosts is her superior book IMO.