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99 Percent Mine
by Sally Thorne
So this is what total disappointment feels like.
It feels grossly unfair to compare two books by the same author, and yet, here we are. I'm gunna be unfair. I'm committing to the comparison angle. I feel okay doing this because even if I didn't compare the two books I still would not have liked THIS book.
I was one of those readers who LOVED The Hating Game. I adored it. I read it twice in one weekend. I was ready to cut off my ear and mail it to Sally Thorne (Just kidding, Sally. *laughs nervously* Please don't get a restraining order. I'm a very stable genius).
99% Mine has the same writing style, the same endearingly obsessive characters, the same quirky female lead with manic internal dialogue as The Hating Game. But it's missing the lightness, the Paintball Day moments, the funny office politics, the magic.
While The Hating Game had a premise that naturally pitted the two main characters against each other (being workplace competition for the same promotion), 99% Mine has main characters who are consistently awful to each other for no real reason. It's just scene after scene of sexual tension paired with them acting like total dicks to each other. And not just TWO characters get this treatment, but a third main character is also a total a**hole.
These three characters (who grew up together) also like to continually point out how awful the other is in conversation as often as possible. You end up with a cast of characters so completely unlikable that it gets hard to read. Add to that the fact that the story itself has no brevity, no light parts, no comic relief, and no JOY and you've got a sad 2-stars from me.
It feels grossly unfair to compare two books by the same author, and yet, here we are. I'm gunna be unfair. I'm committing to the comparison angle. I feel okay doing this because even if I didn't compare the two books I still would not have liked THIS book.
I was one of those readers who LOVED The Hating Game. I adored it. I read it twice in one weekend. I was ready to cut off my ear and mail it to Sally Thorne (Just kidding, Sally. *laughs nervously* Please don't get a restraining order. I'm a very stable genius).
99% Mine has the same writing style, the same endearingly obsessive characters, the same quirky female lead with manic internal dialogue as The Hating Game. But it's missing the lightness, the Paintball Day moments, the funny office politics, the magic.
While The Hating Game had a premise that naturally pitted the two main characters against each other (being workplace competition for the same promotion), 99% Mine has main characters who are consistently awful to each other for no real reason. It's just scene after scene of sexual tension paired with them acting like total dicks to each other. And not just TWO characters get this treatment, but a third main character is also a total a**hole.
These three characters (who grew up together) also like to continually point out how awful the other is in conversation as often as possible. You end up with a cast of characters so completely unlikable that it gets hard to read. Add to that the fact that the story itself has no brevity, no light parts, no comic relief, and no JOY and you've got a sad 2-stars from me.