I either wanted to like this more, simply because the author was one of my professors, or hate it, simply because the author was one of my professors. As it was, it was merely good. It was not mediocre but good; however, it wasn't great. It follows two boys living around Trinity Fields in the post-WWII chaos of the nuclear arms race and into Vietnam. The characters were well done, the plot and language nicely written. I never wanted to stop reading it, but I never wanted to read any thing else by Morrow. Unfortunate, really.