When your narrator is a 25 year old doctoral candidate who falls for a senior in highschool and expresses both his love and anxiety in dialogue best suited to soap opera; and when said narrator is invited to join a police team investigating the murder of another highschool girl and makes the police seem doltish; and when the whole thing is cast up in obvious dialogue, psychological-cum-moral claptrap and a surprise courtroom salvation; what you have is pretentious nonsense. A regression in the technique of crime writing here.