I really struggled with The Boyhood of Cain by Michael Amherst. The main character, referred to as “the boy,” was cringe-worthy and deeply unpleasant, making it nearly impossible to connect with or empathize with him. His actions and thoughts felt grating and self-absorbed, which made reading the book a chore.
Tthe narrative itself felt aimless. I kept waiting for some kind of insight, development, or even a clear purpose, but it never came. Instead, the story dragged on, leaving me more frustrated with every page. Ultimately, I found this book tedious and unenjoyable—definitely not one I’d recommend.