I started to read when I was around 10 years old, when my grandma brought me an old book : "La gloire de mon pere" written by marcel pagnol. It's not an incredibly good book, but it checks out, especially for 10 years old dumb me.
I loved it and quickly read the second book and even thinking back about it now, the tears are getting up to my eyes, wether it be because of pure nostalgia or because the story was so wholesome and cheerful.
Now you may ask yourself : why is he saying that ? It's because I also cried while reading this magnificent piece of garbage.
It's an absolute massacre, and reminds me that lights novels were, are and always will be nothing more than absolute trash written by edgy japanese teens.
The Story is half decent ,while not being original, but that's at the start, my friend, because the writer shoots itself in the foot by basically serving the same thing time and time again but by changing one little detail. And guess what is worse than the story : the writing, I have just never seen such horrible writing, you don't understand what's going on, you switch characters just like that, not any of the things that happen really explained and if they are it's really bad. none of the characters are interesting, none of them really change in any way except when the author just feels like it and changes it from A to Z with a dumb reason like "IT's A BoX ThAt MadE HiM thAt WaY".
Anyway if you like yourself a little or at least like good writing do not read this.