He’s not a douchebag;
but that doesn’t stop his friends from
turning him into one.
He's not a
douchebag; but that doesn't stop his friends from turning him into one.
MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.
So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all
over campus, in bold printed letters:
Are you the lucky lady who's going to break
our roommate's cherry?
Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual
partner. You: must have a pulse. He will reciprakate with oral. Text him at:
555-254-5551
The morons can't even spell. And the texts I've
been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I'm not like these
douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.
THIS ISN'T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.
One text stands out from hundreds. One number I
can't bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and
white.
However, after seeing her in person, I know
she's not the girl for me. But my friends won't let up--they just don't get it.
Douchebags or not, there's one thing they'll never understand: GIRLS
DON'T WANT ME.
Especially her.
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EXCERPT:
He’s
seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not
hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy
mussed hair.
He’s
slouching, hunched over his table.
Defeated.
Tired.
My
stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the
doorway, watching him.
Just watching.
For
the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop,
eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.
Learning.
“Just
go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.
I
put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight,
steeling myself, prepared for another argument.
Twenty
feet.
Fifteen.
Eight.
Two.
“Hi.”
No
reply.
“Do
you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across
from him, intending to pull it out.
He
stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”
“Would
you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking
for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.
Shrugs.
“Free country.”
I bite my lip to
hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike...
*Audio copy provided for an honest and unbiased review*
So I've never read or listened to this series before. Actually I've never read Sara Ney before. So I was all about jumping into a new series, a new author, new characters. I'm all about dipping my toes into the new lately. With this one, and this could be because I have no background of the characters, but it was just meh to me. It came across as very repetitive. I don't know how much longer I was going to be able to listen to Rhett talk about how beautiful Laurel was, and how he was so ugly... and why would she like him... and okay, okay , we get it, you have major self esteem issues.. .and your friends and teammates/roommates are serious Douchebags. It felt like over and over those points were driven home and it really took away from the characters from me because it was always always brought up. She's so beautiful, even from her own mouth, though she does find him so attractive, but he just can't believe it. It took a large majority of the book for him to finally get it, and when she tried to drive the point home that she wanted him, it never sunk in until she walked away. Once okay, but more than once, I kept losing interest-- again, it came across repetitive. And let's discuss the hazing. . Actually, let's not. Because I really really thought these guys were douchebags. I really questioned why they were friends in any way, because they didn't come across as friends in any way. They came across as utter douchebags and again, maybe it's me, I didn't find the hazing funny.
I wanted to say that I liked it. Especially because so many of my friends loved this book and this series, but it just didn't hit home with me. Maybe it's because I can't relate with the college level mentality right now in my life. Maybe it's that I couldn't connect with the characters and the confidence issues - in the relationship and himself. I don't know. But I really struggled to relate and connect to them and the story line. But I feel like that maybe if I were reading it, it may have come across different in some way. Maybe? Maybe.
To me, this book seems like it may have been better in paper format than audio. Maybe reading it may have made the experience better.
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog. Facebook | Twitter | Instagram
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