The Hating Game

I am torn. This book is beautifully written and delightfully spicy. The language is poetic, a cut above the average romance novel. But honestly, I think I am not spoiling anything to say the two main characters have the worst communication skills I have ever seen. THE WORST. it's also fair to say that the trope in this book is the opposite of manic pixie dream girl: taciturn hot guy, afraid of his own emotions. The heroine spends a lot of time saving him from himself. It ends well, but it's a nailbiter; I spent so much time waiting for them, each to get out of their own way. As an aside, there is a weird lack of detail and context in this book. It is clearly set in London, but there are no London details. There are no extra characters. It's very tightly focused on these two people and a few people that they interact with every day. I think that contributed to an unexpected heaviness in tone, not very much comic relief, which is a thing I'm used to in this kind of romance. In the end, I liked it with significant hesitations.