Good children can go to hell if they listen to advertising propaganda, say these young, cosmopolitan dropouts who have returned to the fold. Each testifies separately to life on the skids in the upper classes, then they join in a rather sanctimonious third section to denounce the sinsusceptibility of their peers who have succumbed permanently to the lures of the pop life. Coming as it does from two floating Britishers, the book's references are often beyond the ken of the American teenagers they are trying to reach. And, though it's generally well-written, the book is too anti-American in tone, too goody-goody, and much too late to do them much good, anyway.