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paddlefoot55 's review for:
The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks
by Max Monroe
ARC received for an honest review
Don't fall in love. Fall off a fucking bridge. It probably hurts less.
Yessss a new duet from Max Monroe.
Firstly, I don't usually much look at the covers, however this one looks like it should be the cover of a WHAM! Album (sorry Max and Monroe, but he gives off serious George Michael vibes)
I liked the writing style of this book - in the style of transcripts from a podcast.
There were a couple of things though that we were a bit ugh for me. Firstly, Ollie's age. It is not that him being 37 was a huge age difference between himself and Lucky - that doesn't bother me at all in any books. It was that to me he acted a lot, lot younger. There is no way that I felt that he was nearing 40. Also, the cover model just did not give off the Ollie vibe either.
Sparks fly between Ollie and Lucky - though not always the sexual kind. The banter between them made me laugh, made me frustrated, made me want this pair to fight it out - in or out of bed. Gah, I just love them so much, even when they are frustrating the crap out of me.
I absolutely devoured this book. It is full of typical Max Monroe humour. And being an Aussie myself, I loved that they got the Aussie slang right - thank you for that! And thank you for not having any Crocodile Dundee or Steve Irwin-isms thrown in just to prove how Aussie he is.
Lucky is very relatable. We have all gone through crappy break ups and given them a post mortem, trying to figure out what went wrong.
Now, what the heck was it with that ending! Gah! How could you do that to me, Max Monroe? How can you make me wait for Ollie's side of the story?
I need it. Right. This. Minute!

Don't fall in love. Fall off a fucking bridge. It probably hurts less.
Yessss a new duet from Max Monroe.
Firstly, I don't usually much look at the covers, however this one looks like it should be the cover of a WHAM! Album (sorry Max and Monroe, but he gives off serious George Michael vibes)
I liked the writing style of this book - in the style of transcripts from a podcast.
There were a couple of things though that we were a bit ugh for me. Firstly, Ollie's age. It is not that him being 37 was a huge age difference between himself and Lucky - that doesn't bother me at all in any books. It was that to me he acted a lot, lot younger. There is no way that I felt that he was nearing 40. Also, the cover model just did not give off the Ollie vibe either.
Sparks fly between Ollie and Lucky - though not always the sexual kind. The banter between them made me laugh, made me frustrated, made me want this pair to fight it out - in or out of bed. Gah, I just love them so much, even when they are frustrating the crap out of me.
I absolutely devoured this book. It is full of typical Max Monroe humour. And being an Aussie myself, I loved that they got the Aussie slang right - thank you for that! And thank you for not having any Crocodile Dundee or Steve Irwin-isms thrown in just to prove how Aussie he is.
Lucky is very relatable. We have all gone through crappy break ups and given them a post mortem, trying to figure out what went wrong.
Now, what the heck was it with that ending! Gah! How could you do that to me, Max Monroe? How can you make me wait for Ollie's side of the story?
I need it. Right. This. Minute!
