I wanted this to be good, I read it after Elizabeth Gilbert mentioned it in Big Magic. It just never clicked for me at all. The protagonist, if you could call him that, was such a sad-sack asshole that I just wanted HIM to jump off a bridge. Every single thing he did made his own life and the lives of those around him worse and even though he mentioned this as if he was self-aware, he never took a single step towards responsibility and it drove me NUTS. I was so happy when this book was over.