Save your money.
From some rather obscure and quickly forgotten 1960's novel now being hailed as a classic, this is nothing but hippie angst.
You know- the sheer horror of your own house in a safe neighborhood with a secure job and friends and prosperity. GAAAAAAAAAWWWWD! I just wanted...wanted...you know...to be free! To...just...just love, man! Uninhibited! Unstructured! Dance barefoot in clover to music only I can hear , tra la tra la tra la! Not have my soul and dreams crushed by, you know, responsibility! You oppressor!
Big friggin' yawn.
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