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Tami

I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)

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Neanderthal Seeks Human - Penny Reid

I loved this one!

 

I loved Janie's voice, her inner monologues, her coping, her sense of humor and also her courage. The whole novel is in her POV, except the epilogue. She is a really, really cool heroine.

 

I loved Quinn, the hot guy, Janie kind of stalks and finally meets. He is HOT. And interesting.

 

They made such a fine couple, and this whole novel showed how those two different people fell for each other.

 

THE BEST THING ABOUT THIS NOVEL: the quality of the writing was terrific (characters, plot, consistency, dialogues - all brilliant). The editing was top notch (punctuation, vocabulary etc.).

 

 

It was a near perfect read for me.

 

I normally don't do this, but I want to show more of this awesome, awesome writing, so here some quotes (I could have chosen another twenty or fifty, this is just a random choice):

 

"My head was spinning. I didn't understand men. They made no sense and behaved erratically. (...) I decided, as I succumbed to sleep, that men should come with manuals, subtitles, and reset buttons."

 

After finding out, that Quinn is not a security guard, but owns the company:

"he was out of all my leagues. I was in awkwardly shaped head Neanderthal league, and he was in the hot ninja millionaire league."

 

After he saunters into her hotel room at a business trip and she had a bottle of wine, she looks at him at the door:

"My internal dialogue went something like this: 

Leave it open! But that would be strange if someone walks by. Who cares? I care! Why do I care? Just close it! You can't close it; you're in your underwear! And if the door is closed, you might...do...something. Here is the situation: I'm in my underwear in my room with Quinn, and my alcohol-laden inhibitions are low, low, low. It's like closing yourself up in a Godiva chocolate shop; of course you're going to sample something. Don't sample anything! Don't even smell anything! If you smell it, you'll want to try it. Don't smell him anymore - No. More. Smelling. I hope he doesn't see the empty bottle of wine...Put some clothes on. Is it weird if I dress in front of him? I want some chocolate. Ah! Clothes!

 

Marvelous.

 

"A little voice in the back of my head said, Don't trust him! You're not special! You're weird and awkward and a bigheaded Neanderthal freak with Medusa hair! He's confused you with someone else!

Almost immediately, I told that voice to eat shit and die."