I wanted to like this book but abandoned it half way. That's over 100 pages in. It just couldn't hold my attention, which is odd because I've been captivated by books with a less remarkable premise than this. I couldn't relate to the teenage protagonist and his quips, one line smart responses. Yeah I got the humour in the book, but it seemed all the author was doing was setting up a funny scene every two pages, and not telling a story. It felt like the author was smugly smiling and saying, 'look at me and how clever I am to put these funny scenes in a book; marvel at the literary style I use to tie it all together.' I was writing without heart.