There's no easy way to put this so I'll say it straight out. It's time I faced up to the truth. I'm fourteen years old and I have Ishmael Leseur's Syndrome. There is no cure. And there is no instant cure to not fitting in. But that won't stop Ishmael and his intrepid band of misfits from taking on bullies bugs babes the Beatles debating and the great white whale in the toughest the weirdest the most embarrassingly awful...and the best year of their lives.