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.
When I picked up 99 Percent Mine, there was only one question on my mind: would it be able to live up to The Hating Game, which I adored? The answer, unfortunately, was no.
I give most books that I read a 50 page grace period, after which I’ll DNF them without feeling too guilty. With 99 Percent Mine, I was ready to give up before I hit that arbitrary 50 page marker. I kept telling myself that it would get better, but ended up being incredibly disappointed by the time I reached the end.
The main character, Darcy, was very unlikeable. Where I was expecting witty banter, she produced antagonism and crude come-ons. She wasn’t a well-developed character, and her entire personality could be summed up as “badass with short hair.”
The relationship between Darcy and Tom was also underdeveloped. Their history was told, rather than shown; it’s mentioned that they were close friends, but without showing any flashbacks to that, I couldn’t buy their connection and strong feelings for one another.
Overall, 99 Percent Mine was incredibly underwhelming. I hope that future books that Sally Thorne writes recapture the magic of The Hating Game.