Book Review: How To Date A Douchebag: The Learning Hours by Sara Ney

He’s not a douchebag;

but that doesn’t stop his friends from

turning him into one.

Rating: 5/5

Short and Sweet Summary: Read this book. Don’t hesitate, don’t question me, JUST DO IT, but only if you want to of course.

Genre: Sports Romance

My Review:

…if there is one thing I’m learning about [ENTER MYSTERY MAIN CHARACTER HERE], it’s that I can count on him. He’s steady and strong and dependable; I know it from the bottom of my soul. He has qualities I’m coming to realize are more valuable than blatant sexual appeal.

You guys. YOU GUYS. I have not stopped gushing about this book since I finished it last week. I’ve been restraining myself and limiting my posts to Ney’s Little Liars, Sara Ney’s Facebook group. Now, there’s been lots of mystery surrounding who the main characters for this book are and I’m going to keep it that way, so unfortunately this review will be a little vague.

I’m really trying to be the kind of woman [he] deserves, someone honest who loves him for who he is.

I really really enjoyed this book for a variety of reasons but the main one is the dynamic between the two main characters. It was a new and refreshing vibe that had me swooning hard, so hard in fact that I still haven’t recovered. I gobbled this up in no time, even reading wayyy past my bedtime to finish it. It’s not a traditional romance novel which is what originally got me hooked and then the back and forth between the characters cemented this book as an absolute Must Read for me.

I’m not out of his league; he’s out of mine.

The chemistry between the characters nearly set my house on fire. It wasn’t just because of the sexy parts but also the depth of the emotion behind it. Every emotion they felt I felt too and that’s all because of Sara Ney’s evocative writing. I have loved every Douchebag novel so far but this one is my absolute favorite. I had no idea that Sara has a whole other series so needless to say that’s now on the top of my TBR pile.

Again, I’m sorry that this review has been super vague but I don’t want to ruin the surprise so I guess you’re just gonna have to read it…

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Synopsis:

MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.

So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters:

Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry?

Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have pulse. Text him at: 555-254-5551

The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.

THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.

One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white.

However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up—they just don’t get it. Douchebags or not, there’s one thing they’ll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.

Especially her.


Excerpt:

He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair.

He’s slouching, hunched over his table.

Defeated. Tired.

My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.

Just watching.

For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.

Learning.

“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.

I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument.

Twenty feet.

Fifteen.

Eight.

Two.

“Hi.”

No reply.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out.

He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”

“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.

Shrugs. “Free country.”

I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike…

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Buy THE LEARNING HOURS here:

Amazon | iBooks | B&N | KOBO


Get to know Sara Ney:

Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.


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