I find this whole series depressing. Sure, there are funny moments - I even laughed out loud once or twice, seriously - but the fact of the matter is, Greg is so completely devoid of any kind of human feeling or understanding of other people that I'm beginning to suspect he's some kind of clinical narcissist. He blames everyone else for his problems; he doesn't care about anyone. He doesn't grow, he doesn't learn, he doesn't change (does he even age? He's still in junior high after four books? I know one is set in summertime, but still). There is nothing there for me to LIKE, except Rowley. 
 At the end of the first book it seemed like maybe, just maybe he'd had some little epiphany about the nature of friendship, but no, next book he's back to the same ol' same ol' sociopathic crap. Very disappointing.