Bookish Rants: Douchebag heroes
I just checked out How To Date a Douchebag: The Studying Hours by Sarah Ney. By the very title, I figured out the hero would be a douche. Hello. Reading 7% of this book I have discovered what I should have frankly already known: I HATE DOUCHEY HEROES. SIT THE FUCK DOWN. Here's what I do love: the reformed bad boy. The "he was kind of a dick, but then she loved him and he became a good guy." What I love even more is the "I don't like you and you don't like me, but we need to help each other, and eventually we fall in love" schtick, which this book was also supposed to have. And maybe it does a good job. (I doubt it.) Because I honestly could not get past the part where the MC and his friends considered women little more than holes to be fucked, and talked about entirely in outdated female stereotypes. What made me through my Kindle on the bed in a huff was when one of the dudebros went "she's a DUFF!" (i.e. Designated Ugly Fat Friend...