99 Percent Mineby Published 29 Jan 2019
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Crush: a strong and often short-lived infatuation, particularly for someone beyond your reach…
Darcy Barrett has undertaken a global survey of men. She’s travelled the world, and can categorically say that no one measures up to Tom Valeska, whose only flaw is that Darcy’s twin brother Jamie saw him first and claimed him forever as his best friend. Despite Darcy’s best efforts, Tom’s off limits and loyal to her brother, 99%. That’s the problem with finding her dream man at age eight and peaking in her photography career at age twenty—ever since, she’s had to learn to settle for good enough.
When Darcy and Jamie inherit a tumble-down cottage from their grandmother, they’re left with strict instructions to bring it back to its former glory and sell the property. Darcy plans to be in an aisle seat halfway across the ocean as soon as the renovations start, but before she can cut and run, she finds a familiar face on her porch: house-flipper extraordinaire Tom’s arrived, he’s bearing power tools, and he’s single for the first time in almost a decade.
Suddenly Darcy’s considering sticking around to make sure her twin doesn’t ruin the cottage’s inherent magic with his penchant for grey and chrome. She’s definitely not staying because of her new business partner’s tight t-shirts, or that perfect face that's inspiring her to pick up her camera again. Soon sparks are flying—and it’s not the faulty wiring. It turns out one percent of Tom’s heart might not be enough for Darcy anymore. This time around, she’s switching things up. She’s going to make Tom Valeska 99 percent hers.
99 Percent Mine Reviews
Reading romance is all fun and games until you finish the book and you're like, “I need something romantic to happen to me like, right fucking now.”
The immense healing power of a good romance can never be overstated. Granted, I am not really a trained reader of romance. Usually, whenever I stumble upon one, I'm left feeling dissatisfied with the quality of my enamorment. I think "oh, that was ridiculous" or "eh, that was lame”. With very few exceptions, I tend not to seek out adult contemporary romance. However, I don’t know how I always forget HOW MUCH I ACTUALLY ENJOY READING IT, because every time I pick up a good one, it’s like I’m seeing the sun after a lifetime of shadows.
Plus, I LOVED The Hating Game and I was left keen to read every book Sally Thorne has ever written.
So, what’s this book about?
Darcy’s heart was a silvered box where she kept what little of Tom Valeska she could call hers.
When Tom shows up on her doorstep after Darcy’s twin brother enlists his help to make over their late grandmother’s cottage and they have to spend three months in the same vicinity, Darcy’s heart gives a lurch of savage hope and a pleasure rises in her so old and sharp it feels like pain. Tom and Darcy have a checkered history as expansive as the years they’ve spent apart—two creatures tied to separate cords, instead of to each other. Now that Tom is single for the first time in almost a decade, Darcy is determined to scrape whatever morsels of companionship she can out of this.
And so they start tiptoeing around each other; their domestic harmony closer to a sort of rehearsal, as if they were trying to remember the trick of it. Their connection is instant and electric—their attraction only burnished by years of distance. And while Darcy is hoping she wouldn’t be put to the awkward necessity of explaining her abrupt departure years ago—which was the reef upon which their friendship had crashed, Tom is doing his best to quiet how much he held it against her, the blame roiling in him.
Darcy has always been the weaver who could lead Tom over and under into her design, only this time he can’t trust her to have him in her grip again and not clench him until he died.
“What do I get in return?”
“You know, heart, soul. The usual.”
“Oh Darce,” he sighs in a voice like I’ve learned nothing. “You’re messing with me again.”
Every page of 99 Percent Mine is crammed full of everything you could want out of a good romance, and more. But then again, friends-to-lovers relationships fuel my life force. Give me two people who have spent so much time together that they’d seen the best and worst of one another and had been unimpressed by either. Give me the accidental brush of a shoulder or the spark of a stolen glance that take place of a kiss. The cup of coffee sipped from the same place on its rim that stands in for an embrace. The seemingly throwaway comments that are steeped in history and mean so much more.
Watch me explode into tiny pieces of heart-shaped confetti when it’s especially a second-chance-romance. There’s nothing I relish more than two people whose lives shot out in different directions—the roads so mazy and winding until each has passed out of view of the other—not knowing that all along, they were headed in a glorious, relentless glissade on a straight path for each other. Give me two people who experienced enough personal growth when they were apart to set aside their pride and eventually realize that, separately, each had been like a cry into empty space, no walls to throw an echo back. Just give me characters suffering over the profundity of their love for years of angst-ridden pining, only for them to later melt—flesh and breath and heart and hope—to nothing in each other’s arms.
Me? A hopeless romantic? Sadly, yes, exhaustively.
“Friends and family are the only ones I have a chance of keeping forever. And that’s what I want. To keep you, forever.”
He nods like I haven’t said something too intense or strange. “That’s what I want, too.”
“We need to be eighty years old, hanging out on a cruise ship together, laughing our asses off about this one day. Hey Tom, remember that time when our young bodies tried to fuck up everything? Your wife will be there, and she’s someone I like, because otherwise I can’t have you forever.”
Darcy’s inner monologue is also hilarious. She’s smart and witty and always in that space where everything she is about to say makes sense until the moment she says it. Furthermore, she has short hair, a nipple piercing, wears leather pants and has an affinity for humiliating entitled frat boys, and so the important question here is: how the hell do I rewrite this book and make her MY girlfriend? Boys always get the girl. It’s MY turn to get the girl. Darcy also has a heart condition, and she’s grown tired of everyone treating her as if she is as fragile as glass, connected to the world by a delicate filament that threatens to go slack at any moment. Darcy is intent on living life on her terms, in all of its glorious uncertainty. I love how she was unapologetic in . Like, yes, girl, set out those high standards for how you want to be treated, I support you!
Tom is sweet and gentle and hard-working—his heart always fixed like a compass point to buying a house for his single mom. I experienced a flutter of sympathy for him, to be torn between loyalties to Darcy whom he’s always loved, and her twin brother and his best friend, Jamie, who would never approve of their relationship. Tom is just all around a nice dude and actually apologizes when he crosses a line (I’m aware that the bar is literally rock bottom at this point *sigh*). Therefore, my only complaint is that I can't shake off the sense that we could have had more of him, but he was not given as much care and detail and attention as Darcy. I wanted him to talk about his mom, his childhood, what he's accomplished in the years he and Darcy were apart. Just give the man more page time, he’s been through enough!
It's kind of strange, really, to read a book where the only criticism I can sensibly level is that I wanted more.
Overall, this was another total knockout by Sally Thorne!
Arc kindly provided by the publisher via Netgalley in exchanage for an honest review!
Thanks to William Morrow Paperbacks for the free review copy!
What..... in tarnation...... did I just read????????
Sally Thorne really, really flopped with this book. This book was so bad that I'm questioning if The Hating Game is even as good as I remember it. This book is a HOT mess and I don't know where to begin.
The main downfall of this book and the reason why I cannot give it more than one star is because the dialogue and writing of this book are downright incomprehensible. There are no transitions between anything or explanation about any characters or the setting or literally ANYTHING that I seriously got anxiety when I was reading this thinking I was dyslexic and I was misreading sentences. But no, it was just how this book was written. From the characters' interactions and dialogue making no sense whatsoever to the remarkable lack of detail and the disjointed writing, it was such a pain to get through. For instance, the first few chapters of this book are set at a bar where she works, but then it's literally never mentioned again??? And in the middle of reading this book I kept having to stop and reread the synopsis just to remind myself what was happening. It's by far the WEIRDEST writing ever that says a lot without actually telling you anything. It's like you're listening to Darcy's thoughts but she isn't actually describing what's happening, and her thoughts aren't all too bright or interesting, either.
I initially liked that Darcy was badass and had this take-no-bullshit attitude, but very quickly I realized how flimsy that was and that none of the characters actually had any personality. Sally Thorne has really funny writing, but funny writing is not a character personality like she tried to make it be. Darcy was supposed to be strong but flawed, but I just found her flawed. She was alternatingly pathetic and annoying throughout the book. She was so whiney, she was like a child. In general, none of these characters behave like human adults. Tom was an asshole because he withheld info from her, disappeared every time it got angsty, and snapped at her because he was stressed about his own shit. There are no speaker tags after dialogue, so everything gets muddled. Everything just jumps around and I hated, hated, hated this book's writing.
I hated the relationship in this book. It made NO sense. Darcy has been in love with Tom since they were kids and he felt the same, but when she says she wants to have sex with him (literally yelling "get in me" at him), he's like "omg no im not good enough for you i could never" AND THEN 250 PAGES OF PINING GO BY and Darcy's like "no you're good enough" then they smash???????? I'm so confused. I'm not even coherent like WHAT is this book? NOTHING is explained and i dont know if they're supposed to love or hate each other or why there was angst in the first place.
Also, I had a massive issue with the 2008-brand of massive overprotectiveness these characters sported. Darcy had this insane daydream that Tom was a giant, imaginary wolf who protected her and she brought this up multiple times throughout the book pretending he was alongside her. Uhhhhhhhhhhh ok??? Furry side plot?????? Miserable. Also, the title concept of being "100 percent mine" was super problematic, and the characters insinuated many times that they would kill anyone who the other person tried to hook up with or be with. Darcy envisioned killing Tom's ex-girlfriend multiple times. In a fight with her brother after it was revealed that Tom and Darcy got together, she childishly tells her brother, "I'm keeping him." It was just so wildly gross and unrealistic and childish like "this is my toy and you can't play with it."
the ONLY good part about this book was that Tom and Darcy had moments of softness, but they were inevitably ruined by stupid dialogue or weird emotional angst. I can see what this book was trying to do, and honestly it has the bones and conflict set-up of a good book, especially with Sally Thorne's ability to write soft characters and emotional angst, but those moments were so fleeting and this book was ultimately ruined by a lack of explanation of anything and the strangest, most disjointed writing I have EVER encountered. Long story short, I'm gonna pretend this doesn't exist and keep recommending The Hating Game.
Re-read 1/8/19: So after taking some time away from this to give it a proper chance (my first read through was SO rushed and full of anxiety bc I was worried the entire time about how it would live up to the Hating Game), I finally feel like I can actually review it! Right off the bat I will say: I enjoyed this re-read FAR MORE than I enjoyed the first read through, but I'd be lying if I said this book was without it's faults. The world/relationship building... wasn't great, and honestly, the main character Darcy wasn't all that great either. On top of that, everything felt kind of disjointed and the pacing was really off for most of the book. But then on the other hand, Sally Thorne's signature swooney writing and the sexual tension between Darcy and Tom definitely still had me all up in my feelings the entire time I was reading and I DID really enjoy this book. Reviewing this one in particular is hard for me because I did enjoy it, but I also recognize that if you go into this expecting to find the magic that you found in the Hating Game, you'll probably end up disappointed. I think diving in without any expectations is the best way to approach this one.
Original review 9/28/18: Okay so I completely DEVOURED this on Friday night and I’ve been taking my time trying to think up how I want to review it. I’m not putting a star rating yet because I haven’t decided, so I’m going to re-read it more critically this week and probably do an entire video because I have A LOT OF FEELINGS. The short review for now is that I enjoyed it and have re-read the swooniest bits more times than I’m comfortable admitting. Full disclosure: I did have quite a few issues with it, but overall I did enjoy it and am looking forward to re-reading.
Why must I suffer?
I know I complain a lot. I’m aware of it, and while I don’t think it’s a problem and, in fact, only adds to my charms, I’m sure that in times like these it reduces the estimated degree to which I am suffering.
But you guys. I am really, really suffering here.
The Hating Game is one of my most surprising beloved books ever. I like to read love stories (sue me!) but they rarely make me feel anything. I’ve read The Hating Game three times and been swept up in it every time.
Sorry I said swept up in it. Cheesy and gross.
I have been waiting for this book since 2016. This was not only my most anticipated release of the year, it was probably my most anticipated release PERIOD. (Some of my favorite authors are dead, so new releases are few and far between anyway.)
And what I got was...this. A cereal bowl of disappointment. (And I don’t even really like cereal.) (Except Lucky Charms.) (Okay, tangent.)
What made The Hating Game so lovely was its great, developed characters, and its immersive romance, and its funny banter.
Everything about this felt half-baked.
The main character, Darcy, reads like the protagonist in a Hunger Games knockoff. Remember those few years when every single YA release was a dystopian with a female protagonist whose only traits were being vaguely Badass And Strong? That’s Darcy. Except add “has legitimately no control of herself, to the point where she behaves like a toddler” and “is mostly thinking about sex at any given time, in a way that doesn’t really make sense and is in fact very gross.”
Since we spend most of the book in Darcy’s head, swooning over her construction worker-childhood friend, this gets old fast.
Said object of lust love is about as well-developed. He is just Kind And Strong. Fun stuff.
But above all, this book makes no SENSE. It has no plot, and it skips around, and it spends massive passages describing things that never come back into play. It’s all so confusing and mind-boggly that I almost can’t put it into words - but this review does a really good job of it.
I don’t know what happened here. Maybe this is a one-hit wonder author. But what I do know is that I’m going to delete this book from my memory and just read The Hating Game twice as often.
Bottom line: With The Hating Game, my emotions were put so thoroughly through the wringer that I was delighted with the happily ever after because of how invested I was. The happily ever after of this book is that it’s finally over.
this just...wasn't The Hating Game.
review to come :( / 1.5 stars
IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING.
THERE'S A COVER! THERE'S A SYNOPSIS! EVERYTHING IS COMING TOGETHER!
Why didn't anyone TELL ME????
THE TITLE CHANGED. THE RELEASE DATE WAS PUSHED BACK. THERE IS NO LONGER A SYNOPSIS???
SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING OR AT THE VERY LEAST GIVE ME A PAPER BAG TO BREATHE INTO.
My feelings on this book, as told in The Office gifs.
Me reading this synopsis:
Me remembering that I’ll read anything Sally Thorne writes after The Hating Game:
Me thinking about all the times I’ve been disappointed by my most anticipated books:
Probably me the day this book finally comes out:
DNF @ pg. 50
I decided to read this one before The Hating Game so I could work up to the one with all the hype but yikes I hated this writing. I skimmed the rest of it to see if it got better but it just got weirder. I will still give The Hating Game a try but I’m definitely going in with low expectations.