Synopsis: Debut author Sally Thorne bursts on the scene with a hilarious and sexy workplace comedy all about that thin, fine line between hate and love.
Nemesis (n.) 1) An opponent or rival whom a person cannot best or overcome.
2) A person’s undoing
3) Joshua Templeman
Lucy Hutton has always been certain that the nice girl can get the corner office. She’s charming and accommodating and prides herself on being loved by everyone at Bexley & Gamin. Everyone except for coldly efficient, impeccably attired, physically intimidating Joshua Templeman. And the feeling is mutual.
Trapped in a shared office together 40 (OK, 50 or 60) hours a week, they’ve become entrenched in an addictive, ridiculous never-ending game of one-upmanship. There’s the Staring Game. The Mirror Game. The HR Game. Lucy can’t let Joshua beat her at anything—especially when a huge new promotion goes up for the taking.
If Lucy wins this game, she’ll be Joshua’s boss. If she loses, she’ll resign. So why is she suddenly having steamy dreams about Joshua, and dressing for work like she’s got a hot date? After a perfectly innocent elevator ride ends with an earth shattering kiss, Lucy starts to wonder whether she’s got Joshua Templeman all wrong.
Maybe Lucy Hutton doesn’t hate Joshua Templeman. And maybe, he doesn’t hate her either. Or maybe this is just another game.
Date Published: August 9, 2016
Publisher: William Marrow
Date Read: September 23, 2016
No. of Pages: 384
FAVORITE BOOK OF 2016!!!
It is such a pity that majority of the population of the earth doesn’t know the beauty that is this book. It sucks to know that they could go on with their mundane lives without even knowing that this book exists. I pity them so much, I cry silent tears. It is such a shame that they could actually die without experiencing the pleasure of reading The Hating Game, and this awful sad realization settles at the recesses of my being echoing like a howl of a wolf to the moon because come to think of it, it really IS sad. So you, yes you, if you are reading this review, it’s either one of the two things – 1: You have read the book, and you want to check out what others felt about it, stupid smile on their faces – check! Lost in a love trance – Super Check! Can’t talk about anything else but Lucy and Joshua – a million times check! Thinking of someone to share a Staring Game with – Check, check check! Or 2: You are so intrigued by this book, you have to know what the fuss was all about. Well, be intrigued no more and drop everything else you’re doing and for the love of everything that is holy, pick up this book, find a comfortable place to lie on, and READ THIS BOOK as if your life depends on it. YOU CAN THANK ME LATER.
It is so ridiculously good, it will be all I’ll be thinking for days. A re-read is in order! You have no idea what this book did to me. I was laughing and swooning, and making weird noises of excitement and thrill. I needed a pillow by my side for whenever I feel like screaming against it caused by too much happiness and excitement! My heart is all gooey, and it definitely felt like I’m caged in a room full of marshmallow walls, floor, and ceiling! I was mental! I was flailing. Have you seen a grown woman, actually flail? Yep, that’s me, I was flailing like an animated being, one look and you will lose all the respect you have for me. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS BOOK IT IS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE. I have vowed to shy away from reading romance for a little while, why? Because it feels like I am betraying Josh and Lucy if I start reading another story. I am so attached to this book, I can’t put it into words. So here’s what’s happening to me, my body is tingling, I’m biting my nails out of pure delight, my eyes probably are forming a heart shape by now, my heart flutters like ain’t nobody’s business. This is what happens to me whenever I finish a ridiculously good book. IT IS MADNESS!!! *insert a picture of me flailing with school girl shrill to match*.
So okay, this is me gathering my composure, let me just catch my breath and arrange my thoughts.
You still there? Okay, good.
The Hating Game will be your next favorite book. I am so confident in saying that! Yes! Not a single soul I have encountered that hated the book, yes even the ones who often are irked by cheesiness and romance loved this book. Even the coldest of hearts swooned over this and maybe flailed like I did. No kidding. This book just brings out all the joy in you like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, it was feel good and heart-warming at best. The perfect companion to almost anything – while stuck in traffic, during a rainy day, or by the beach, whilst running from zombies, during the apocalypse, while under a table during an earthquake, at your home while there’s an asteroid about to hit the earth, or while you’re at the rooftop because there was tsunami about to wash away everything, The Hating Game is the best companion, yes even when you are about to die. At the face of death, I will still be clutching this book like my own child, no exaggeration whatsoever. Have I convinced you yet?
Office romance has always been my go-to story. Instant pick-me-upper if you ask me. The banters, the subtle hints, the love-hate relationship, these are all I look forward to in a chic lit book. I always enjoy the fun and lightness of it. It’s like nibbles of rainbows and sunshines. The Hating Game is like actually seeing a unicorn. Well come to think of it, Sally Thorne is a unicorn for coming up with such amazing story. I have not encountered an author who delighted me completely. Sure, there are authors I admire but Sally Thorne took it to a whole new level. I wanted to hug her right now, I am willing to be her slave. Lucy and Joshua’s relationship isn’t like the typical office romance. It started off on the wrong foot, and everything was a series of laugh-out-loud funny moments, swoon-worthy actions down to serious business. I loved how the story developed. I devoured each page like a I was starved for decades. It was the book I never wanted to end. Lucy’s narration is such a delight to read, I really love her character, her determination, her personality. I wanted to be her best friend, or well, who are we kidding, I want to be her, just so I could have Joshua Templeman all to myself! HAHAHAH
Now can we talk about JOSHUA TEMPLEMAN?
I WANT A JOSHUA TEMPLEMAN FOR MYSELF!!! Joshua Templeman has dethroned all the book boyfriends on my list! HE TOOK THE CAKE and he will be pretty much up there for a looooong time, maybe forever. Where are the Joshua Templemans of the world, seriously? Is there a mail-order Joshua Templeman that I could add to my cart? Gaddd, I’m so obsessed. So okay, this review is basically me fangirling incessantly over Joshua Templeman. But please hear me out and read through, I don’t know how much convincing you need, but if it isn’t obvious already that I am practically shoving this book down your throat, then I don’t know anymore.
Let me list the things I loved about this book in bullet form because I can’t seem to formulate a good paragraph, all that my brain is getting is: FANGIRL OVER JOSHUA TEMPLEMAN in big bold letters.
- Shortcake (Please someone call me that)
- Robin’s Egg Blue!! Gaddd that partttttt! That’s my most favoriteeeeee!
- Paint Ball
- Elevators! HAHA
- or Something
And anyone from Hollywood, can we like make this into a movie? Pretty please?
And you, enough wasting your time on my review and grab this book already. I demand it!
“I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.
Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are schredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.
Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game – and you háve to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.”
― Sally Thorne,