The latest book that I didn't finish, unfortunately, was a birthday present. One that I'd been hoping to get my hands on sooner rather than later. Olivetti, by Allie Millington, is the title in question. A book told in the alternating POV of a tween boy, whose mother has gone missing; and the semi-sentient typewriter she'd left behind.
The story started out a bit slow, but the plot gave me hope. The protagonist, Ernest, learns that his mother's old typewriter, Olivetti, is a repository of every word typed on its keys. Using his mom's words as a guide, he takes it upon himself to find her and bring her back home. After 'rescuing' Olivetti from a pawn shop, Ernest finds himself harangue'd by the daughter of the pawn shop's owner. Not for the illicit 'rescue' of Olivetti, but because she's equally intrigued by the typewriter. And she JUST. WON'T. LEAVE. THE KID. ALONE.
I intensely dislike characters like this, who think that every loner just needs to befriend someone, and then that lonely person's lot will be so vastly improved. And the best way to go about being friends with that loner, is to never give them a moment's peace.
So, yeah. That one annoying character just spoiled the whole book for me.