As the subject suggests:

(Digression: Caleb is the worst. There’s an Achewood strip from 2003 wherein one character describes himself as follows: “I feel like I should be in some Microsoft Word ad. All smiling and pointing to a diagram which shows the various parts of my brain which a company could use for tasks.” That’s Caleb, but with zero regrets.) 

The novel itself is highly recommended! The full review will run at Vol. 1 Brooklyn next week.