A book about an American Harry Potter clone who drops F-bombs and is obsessed with literature about a cheap Narnia knockoff. Then he graduates from wizard school and becomes a drug-addicted trustfund Manhattan partyboy.

I despise the whiny, self-absorbed, arrogant, douchebag main character in this book. I want him (and his lame friends) to fall into a giant meat grinder. The worst part is that I don't even think this was even the author's intention. I just think that Lev Grossman, himself, must be a giant douche; and this is how he thinks normal people act. He even throws in unnecessary, pretentious French words every few pages, just to make you hate him that much more.

But... there were a few decent pages thrown in near the end which made it tolerable enough to actually read the next book. I did already have checked it out from the library, so what the eff.