I've ummed and aahhed about finishing this and giving it a chance but, fuck it, life is too short.

The main character is a misery. I can get past that with good world building and maybe a dollop of psychology to let us know why on earth he's such a sodding moaner. But no. Everyone is like it for no seeming reason.

The world building started off interesting but is increasingly dull. It's suffering from the same sort of problems I had with Patrick Rothfuss in that teenage wank bank fantasy kind of thing where everyone's utterly miserable and worried about failure despite the obvious knowledge that they are all really good at what they do. Blah blah, no time for it.

And I don't need to have it pointed out to me that women have tits every single time one appears on the page. Yes, we do. Move along with your little spell please.