Uninterested.

Library loans have due dates.

Wait.  Mums bought a dog with dogs?  Did the narrator mean brought?  Okay.  What's one typo?  Allow me to answer that: it was more than just a typo.

To begin with, I'm irked by the increasing prevalence of first-person narratives found in works of fiction.  Additionally, I have yet to encounter a work which tells more than it shows that I find engaging.  If different characters are telling a story, then the characters should seem different; a character's point of view and ways of expressing themself should be unique to them.  Nowhere throughout the portion of this work that I read, though, would I have been able to tell the characters apart without their names appearing as chapter titles.  Imagine my reaction to one of them, a child, 41 years later than the last one, commenting like this on their divergent use of language:

Now imagine that coming after not only typos, but also the misuse of words known as thesaurus abuse.

Did the narrator mean indifferent to?

  
The later character's commentary was definitely not a clever way to make excuses for the distractions.

I don't know how things may have corrected themselves later in the story because I dropped it about a quarter of the way through.  (Maybe the characters are actually robots, or something.)  It's one of those works that made me feel like reading it would be a waste of my time.

It's incredibly disruptive to the reading experience when sequential panels run from one page to the next, especially when there are no margins and the artwork becomes trapped in the binding.  Absolutely terrible.

I put a special request in at the library in order to have the chance to read this. For a while, I've been interested in the (surprisingly inverse) correlation between income and obesity in the US. You'd think my interest would be enough to motivate me to skip over the first-person mombie narrative. You'd think wrongly.

I'm disgusted whenever these autobiographical clippings are presented under the guise of works falling into any other nonfiction classification. Didn't waste my money (thankfully). Not wasting my time. Abandoned. 

I was unable to finish this by the time it was due back at the university's library.  Although there was nothing terribly wrong with it, I'm tagging it as a DNF rather than a TBR because I doubt I'll get back to it.  (I might prove myself wrong someday.)

Way too dumbed down for my liking.

Claiming to take a journalistic approach to regurgitating textbook cases lends no author credibility. Narrating as though speaking to a juvenile audience makes, for readers, plodding through the work unbearable. And just like that, these works are abandoned