Well, i wasn't too keen on Snow suddenly turning into a Housewife after a night of non-consensual sex and a Twilight-esque confession of love from Bigby, but what really killed the book for me was The Isreal Parable. See, in issue 50 (massive spoilers here, so highlight if you really want to know) Bigby infiltrates The Empire in civilian guise, walks straight up to the Adversary (somehow) and then proceeds to blow up the magic orchard from which the wooden soldiers are manifactured, all the while giving a nice little speech about how Fabletown is exactly like Isreal, because they are both surrounded by enemies, yet refuse to give up. Which is all fine and dandy, if you completely ignore that he's behaving exactly like a suicide bomber at that point! Right up to blowing up vital targets in the enemies' territory under the risk of his own life part. Indeed, the Fabls continue to employ guerilla tactics against the Empire from this point out, tactics that have absolutely nothing to do with how Isreal defends herself. The comparison is not even particularly apt in the first place, as Fabletown is a relatively safe community in hiding on the other side of the world and thus far more like the Jewish communities in The US around the early 1900s. If anything, it's technological advancement and superior firepower would suggest that The Empire is much more like Israel than the other way around. Yet Willingham had to twist and bend the story just so he could cram his personal politics in there, regardless whether they fit or not. After that I simply couldn't enjoy the book anymore. The rest of the plot seemingly relying on "they win because they're the heroes" writers fiat also helped.