On the bright side, this was better than 99 Percent Mine. On the down side, it’s looking like The Hating Game was nothing but a one-hit wonder.
Did I read this book or did it read me? This question, much like this book, is what haunts me.
I feel pretty defective for not enjoying this book the way everyone else seems to have. Like I get why it’s so raved about and deeply loved, but it’s not my favourite cup of tea.