Published by William Morrow on 01/29/2019
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.
I was not really a fan of this one. *hides*
I struggled A LOT with the writing which made it almost impossible to find any enjoyment in Darcy’s character. God, am I even saying this? Especially after Lovely Little Lucy Hutton? If I picture Darcy in my mind she has a permanent sneer on her face, someone tired of life, and people, kind of like a coward unwilling to listen or change. I didn’t like her. Tom though? What a doll.
But still, the writing, OY. The plot was pretty simple yet felt very cumbersome because of excessively metaphorical, fragmented prose. It seemed full of effort and void of joy.
Surprisingly enough, I’m giving two stars because for ALL OF THE DIFFICULTIES I had slogging through 99 percent of this book, the feelings I had in the last few scenes made me feel six and a half feet tall. Darcy finally softened, Tom finally Valeska’d out and all was well in the world. The End.
This wouldn’t be a new release I would recommend, and I feel dismayed a bit as this was on my 2019 Most Anticipated Releases list, but I’m not giving up on the author. There’s gotta be a reason for those 1 percent of feelings I had. I hope.