It was literally 240 pages of people complaining about the unfairness of their life, and then stuff happened.

I feel like I read a lot of books like this. But that's not always bad, because sometimes it's very exciting stuff and the people complaining about it are interesting enough. But usually they're...really not.

My only exposure to DWJ are her Derkholm books, which were quite silly but I enjoyed them. I've been wondering whether to try something else of hers.