The only thing I liked about this book was the title. Diary of an Oxygen Thief. It sounds clever, something that a lot of people can maybe relate to at some point in their lives. So essentially the title was what drew me in and is the reason why I picked this book up and read it. I didn't know what it was about going into it. And even if I knew what it was about I probably would have still read it. But the writing isn't that great. The narrator kind of sucks. He says in the book he doesn't want your sympathy, but still goes on to write about this oh so sad account of the girl of his dreams breaking his heart. After writing about how he broke other girls' hearts for years. There was no real structure to this book, and no real ending. Kind of like how I review my books on Goodreads. However it was short and a pretty easy read. 
 There is a sequel to this book I think and another one that will be published later on this year. I might read them at some point just to find out what has happened to the narrator since the first book, but it's not something I'm urgently wanting to read. 
 It's strange because throughout the whole book I assumed that this was a memoir and the style of the book makes sense as a memoir, a diary, but apparently this is a work of fiction. Or maybe it's "fiction." Who knows.