It is time to admit I am not going to finish this book. It sat next to my bed with the spine cracked open to chapter two for I don't know how many months without my even touching it. The reason why is very simple: I cannot stand the protagonist, Fat Charlie. He is an utter drip. He's winging, and useless, and sort of ill-willed about it.

I got far enough in to meet the second major character, Spider, who is incredibly obnoxious , at which point I put the book down for however many months it's been.

Well, I give up. You have defeated me, book. I'm sorry, I thought I would like you. You seemed promising. But I have to care about someone in the book to keep reading, and I don't.