I won’t be continuing this series.
I just can’t cheer for this protagonist anymore for a number of reasons.
The humour overstayed its welcome by the end of the first book, by this end of this one, it decided to move in and take over the living room. It’s really hard to vibe with a book when you’re spending most of your time shaking your head on dismay at the constant barrage of ‘lolsorandom’ humour that you hate.
Then it’s the sheer next level self-deprication on display. Carl not only has no ego – like at all – but the butt of every joke seems to be him. Am i supposed to enjoy this? Do people find this admirable?
I’d probably find the former two more tolerable if Carl wasn’t such a passenger in this story. Shit just keeps happening and he just reacts, never proactively. It’s a deeply unsatisfying experience, I dunno how you expect me to believe x quadrillion people are loving it. Oh, it’s because he’s in boxers and a toe ring! HOW FUNNY, RIGHT?
Donut is still as annoying as ever too. When the book isn’t trying to be funny, it’s hitting you over the head with crappy melodrama that just doesn’t land because of the aforementioned ‘humour’ clashing with the tone, and because I just don’t care about the annoying cat.
Ugh. I should stop writing reviews the second I finish reading. I apparently get ranty.
I’ll buy be continuing this one.