Not giving it a star rating b/c I didn't finish, so it wouldn't be fair to.

I was annoyed by this rich kid who hated everybody and complained that everybody was a moron. He wasn't trying and my inner teacher kept coming out telling him HE was a moron for throwing everything away. I mean, if he had real life-or-death issues to deal with, like family members dying or he was dying or anything like that, then I could follow his story. All he did was call people morons, talk about sex and try to hook up while hurting people around him.

I heard this book finds itself with males between late teens to about 25. I'm already way older than that and female, so I guess that rules me out. Just felt like a whine fest. I remember being a depressed, angsty teen myself (before I was an even worse 20-something), but sheesh. It does give a helluva portrayal of an outwardly-destructive person vs. one who internalizes the anger and pain.

I will give props for one thing, though--the writing style was very different and at least kept me trying to go on with the book. I just couldn't like the character.