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thegreatmanda 's review for:
How to Bang a Billionaire
by Alexis Hall
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Good GRIEF, what a frustrating experience.
I believe this trilogy was written as a direct response to a certain... ahem... Gray phenomenon which I haven't read or watched any of, so maybe he takes after the rich guy in those books, but Caspian desperately needs:
I believe this trilogy was written as a direct response to a certain... ahem... Gray phenomenon which I haven't read or watched any of, so maybe he takes after the rich guy in those books, but Caspian desperately needs:
- Therapy. He can easily afford it. He literally threatens to drag his sister to therapy by her hair at one point. There's no excuse for his shit.
- To educate himself about BDSM and its central tenets of SSC (Safe, Sane, Consensual) and RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink) and let go of his ridiculous shame about his very, very normal preferences.
- To get over himself. Does he think he’s the only person who’s ever been through whatever this dark stuff is that he’s been through? Can he grow some listening skills and stop assuming Arden is just saying what he wants to hear?
I'm probably going to finish this trilogy out of a sense of completionism, and curiosity about whether this man can get his head out of his backside, and I'm already mad about it. Maybe I can convince myself to spend that time rereading Hall's For Real instead. Arden can do better than this guy.
Favorite Quotes:
I shoved through the front door of Hart & Associates—which didn't go as well as I might have hoped because it was revolving, and I had a hard enough time getting through those things when I was completely compos mentis—and then went plunging across the foyer.
"That's all ambition is. A fire that burns in empty places."
My living arrangements in Oxford had been highly prestigious in student terms, and guests had often come by to point and gasp at our genuinely nice sofa, but they'd still amounted to three rooms and a kitchenette I was sharing with another guy.