A personal memoir told by a father about raising his son who is eventually diagnosed with Aspergers. The father shares the same condition. Slow and boring. The “aw shucks, I’m not really sure what this parenthood thing is all about” shtick wore thin. The back half of the book is more interesting as the son goes to trial for making explosives and having explosive-like substances in his mother’s house. It wasn’t enough to save this book. I was hoping the book centered more on the father getting his son diagnosed and dealing with the diagnosis, but that wasn’t the author’s agenda here.