Livre d'Or

Completely. The worst thing about it is that he doesn't get any better. I was fine with the first couple of chapters because it's a fairly standard beginning for a modern Bildungsroman, ok, you have this spoilt, whiny teenager with a horrible case of Nice Guyism, and he's about to have magical adventures where he will learn something about himself and discover that other people are just as real as he is. But no, he has all these magical adventures and doesn't learn one fucking thing. Pretty much all the female characters are introduced in terms of how much he's interested in their breasts and how sad it is that they are not attracted to him (no matter how inappropriate it would be for a liaison to develop). And when they are interested in him, how sad it is that they are not sufficiently perfect in their devoted adoration to forgive all his faults. And when they do in fact sacrifice themselves to save him, how sad it is that they're not there any more to be his manic pixie dreamgirl and give him something to live for... So yeah, if you hate that kind of thing, you should probably not bother with the rest.