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296 pages, ebook
First published December 5, 2016
“I am his Monday girl.”
“Grayson Dunn is in my head. He's under my skin. He's invaded me like a deadly disease and hijacked my immune system until I don't even bother fighting it anymore. I look at him, and I'm twisted into knots. Tangled into a messy spool of desire and desperation.”
“What if you live your life expecting a romance novel, and get tragedy instead?”

“A boy made of stardust and selfishness; a girl filled with fire and fury at the world. We are a tangle of emotional wreckage, two broken messes thrown together, trying to navigate something we can barely comprehend.”

The Monday Girl is so darn clever but my guess is, you'll either love it or hate it. It's told from a single perspective and is very much character driven.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
Kat. Grayson. Wyatt. These are the main characters and immediately, we know Kat's the heroine we've all been clamoring for. Tough. Unapologetic. Unvirginal. This is how Kat introduces herself to us:To those who would love me — I offer you a warning. Do not get too close. You won’t survive. There is a dark place inside my mind....... I am a hedge maze of razor-sharp thorns without a map..... There is danger, here.I almost kissed the screen. I was in lurve. *clapping excitedly*
Kat, at 22, has recently gotten her big break and it's all thanks to Wyatt Hastings, a 35 yr old movie producer. Within 24 hours, Kat evolves from an aspiring actor/waitress to the leading lady in a potential blockbuster. Her co-star is none other than hot-as-sin Grayson Dunn, a young and cocky actor who's nothing but a player.
Despite resolving to never become one of Grayson's conquests, Kat finds herself irrevocably drawn to him. The descent is slow, maddening but inevitable because Grayson is that guy every woman wants to tame. Only a fool would take him seriously and Kat is no fool. Or is she?
Kat started off having zero fucks to give but very quickly descended into this:
The text I sent to Grayson about meeting us for lunch went unanswered. There's been no word from him all day.
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I cannot wrap my mind around the possibility that he awoke this morning and chose to seek out her company instead of mine, after the night we shared together.
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I stare into Grayson’s eyes…a reckless, selfish part of me wants to beg him to stay; the rational sane part of me realizes he’s made up his mind about leaving. I’m weak - I beg anyway. “Don’t go, don’t leave me”
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This should be the most invigorating week in my life. The culmination of everything I’ve been working toward.... and yet, I feel no joy at the accomplishment of my dreams.......trying to forget the way Grayson’s mouth burned into my skin like a hot brand. I have morphed into a needy, unrecognizable creature.
As she morphed into this clingy vine, whose existence depended on a man's validation, my lurve for her dimmed.
What Julie Johnson does with Kat's character is a peeling off of layers/masks of some sort. Will Kat realize what's right in front of her or will she clamor for more of the unattainable? I can't wait to read book 2 except February 2017 seems so far away!!

"Even the bravest of you will quake, shaken to your core, when you realize just how broken I am. That I am not a girl at all, but a collection of shattered pieces slung together with glue made of false confidence. Taped into a shape resembling feminine grace through sheer force of will."
"Sighing, I bend and start to undo the laces. I can’t let him sleep in his shoes.
I may be a bitch, but I’m not a monster."
“You were just going to take off to Hawaii without speaking to me?”
“Well, I was going to ask if maybe you could water my plants while I’m gone but, based on the tone of this conversation, I’m guessing you’d probably be more likely to slaughter my succulents than nurture them according to a slow, regimented watering schedule.”
“Was that supposed to be a joke?”
“I never joke about succulents.”
Perhaps I’m even more messed up than I realized.
Or maybe I knew all the shitty things he’d do to me, in the end… and I fell in love with him regardless.
Maybe love isn’t something you can control, or talk yourself out of just because it’s not convenient.
Maybe Grayson is a choice that was never mine to make.
“Just come here,” Grayson says softly, eyes beckoning. “Would you, please? Things always make better sense when you’re in my arms.”
Because I always give in, when I’m in your arms…
With a kiss, I speak the thousand words I’ll never, ever let myself say to him. With my hands, I whisper secrets that will never pass my lips. With my body, I unequivocally declare all the things I want from him that he can’t ever give me.
It’s strange, realizing something that meant everything to you meant next to nothing to someone else. That you cared more, invested more, loved more.
I was one of many. I was mundane.
The safety net. The safe bet. The sure thing.
The one you call after a weekend spent chasing other women, because you know she’s so caught up in you she’ll always answer the phone.
I am his Monday girl.
“I like playing games with you, Kat,”
I wish I’d realized then —he wasn’t just talking about chess.
“Just remember —even if you’re a little bit broken, it’s okay. Without those cracks in that impenetrable outer wall of yours, I’d never see the beautiful person you are inside.”
"Fate may be determined to fuck me over, but I’m going to have some fun before she does."

“I suppose that’s the thing about being the fly in a web. You don’t know you’re caught until it’s far, far too late.”
“Thing about shadows is…they can’t exist without light around them. So, the way I see it, you’ve got a choice about what you focus on. You want to see the world as gloom and doom, that’s your prerogative. Me? I stay in the sunshine, baby.”
“When you’ve spent your whole life not being good enough, it takes time to let yourself believe that you finally are. Self-worth isn’t a switch that flips inside you. It’s a daily struggle not to sabotage your own success. Not to cave into the voices inside your head that whisper you’re not good enough, or you’ll fuck things up, or that someone else could do things better than you.”
“Success is a quarter timing, a quarter talent, a bit of fate, and a hell of a lot of dumb luck.”
“You think you can change a guy, that he’ll be different with you, that you’ll finally be the one to tame him… and before you know it, you’re alone in your underwear at nine o’clock on a Saturday night, crying to Adele songs, eating ice cream straight from the gallon, and wondering what the hell is the matter with you that you fell for such a goddamned man-child, after he explicitly warned you not to.”
“I am not the Juliet to his Romeo. I am not the lodestar around which he orbits. I am not the trade wind by which he sets the course of his sails. I am not essential or exceptional…I was his Monday girl. Shitty, really, since he was my whole damn week.”

