content: This is one of the most poorly written books I have ever read. Neither the "wacky" situations nor the "quirky" characters are funny / compelling. Ignatius's annoying outbursts of "Oh my god!" got repetitive after the first 50 times he utters it, and it distanced me from the character. Perhaps if the manuscript got some heavy editing and a bit of stylizing, the novel would have turned out better (there was potential, to be sure). It baffled me that people saw me reading this book in public and would interrupt me to tell me how great it is and how much they loved it. Because of this, I kept waiting for it to get better, but it never did. This book seems to be a literary equivalent of "the emperor's new clothes".