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320 pages, Paperback
First published January 29, 2019





*Spoiler Alert*
💥Poof💥.
There goes my 2019 reading resolution, which was: only read what I'm genuinely interested in and no rating less than 3-stars.
But, fu fi fo fa, this. was. a. bust.
To say 99 Percent Mine was one of the most anticipated books for 2019 wouldn't be an exaggeration, which is perfectly understandable considering that Thorne's debut The Hating Game was such a hit. So, we hunkered down and marked off our calendars, with some of us wishing we could time-travel to the future.
Well, the future is now, and wow... What a miss.
What I Liked
1. The premise. Friends-to-lovers
2. 💭💭💭
3. 🤔🤔🤔
You get the idea.
What I didn't like
1. Tom Valeska - the "hero" *scoff*
2. Darcy Barrett - the annoying, selfish, self-absorbed, alcoholic heroine, who has a heart condition that was shamelessly utilized as a plot driver (why?)
3. Jamie Barrett (what was he even doing in this story?) - Darcy's twin. Who seemed waaaaay too invested in his sister's sex/love life. Which was, erm, eeeeww.
4. The lack of communication. The lack of ambience. Too many missing elements. Shallow characters.
5. Also, Where was this story set and what was the name of the town? To be candid, I made up a schematic of a town in my head, which basically had a town with 4 houses, one bar, one liquor shop and one pizza restaurant. BECAUSE that's all Thorne told us.
6. More than the above, I was going out of my mind wondering about Darcy's parents and why didn't they ever call to check up on her. I mean, this is a woman with a possibly fatal heart condition and not once did they wonder. *glares*
7. Then, there was the objectification. Oh. My. Gawd. Tom was basically nothing more than muscles in a "faded T-shirt" whom Darcy wanted to "put inside her" (paraphrasing). The lasciviousness of thoughts was disturbing to the point I was uncomfortable.
All of the above aside, what made this most unfulfilling was the messiness of the relationships and at a point, I honestly wasn't sure who was in love with whom. Cos it seemed liked Tom liked Darcy and Darcy Liked Tom, but did Jamie also like Tom?
Furthermore, Tom was portrayed as if he were a puppy being fought over by the Barrett twins. Darcy initially thought she only had 1 per cent of him, then the number would change intermittently, until the 84% mark when I came really close to doing a DNF.“He knows everything. That we’re together. You’re mine, one hundred percent.”
Like, who cares? Take him. He's all yours.

“Maybe he’s 1 percent mine. That has to be enough.”
“I’m the client. I’m his best friend’s sister. I’m Mr. and Mrs. Barrett’s weak-hearted daughter. I’m the liability he swore to take care of.”

“Tom Valeska, get in me.” He lets out a shaky breath and there’s a light of fear in his eyes. I’m a scary bitch. He’s a bashful sweetheart with pink cheeks.








“’Cause I swear, I need your hands more than I’ve ever needed anything.”

I’ve known him for most of my life, but this man is now someone I can’t know. Not until we’re down to skin and sweat and kissing. That’s all I’ll ever want from him. I want those white perfect teeth. I want that narrow-eyed male possession, that don’t touch her, that barrier his body created to block the world out. His vicious fist unfolded and his trailing fingertips gentle on my skin. I want to provoke and tease until he gives himself to me, rough and tender.
The first touch of his tongue loosens my knees and I’m grateful that he’s holding me up. I shudder a breath out. He breathes it, changes our angle, exhales it back to me. Air is better from his lungs. Life is better with his kiss.
...
The second touch of his tongue is an inward slide, and it’s not calculated to seduce me. I’m being licked for my flavor. I feel the point of his tooth, the scratch of his chin on mine. There’s a pause of deliberation for a moment, and then I feel his pleasure shivering out of his body, absorbed into my skin. I’ve been tasted, and I am exactly right.
“Please, please. Enthusiastic yes. Pitiful begging, et cetera. I’m not even kidding. Put me out of my misery.”
He removes my tremor of doubt as only he can. “You earn me daily. Come on. You know I give you everything you want. Just relax. Let me spoil Darcy Barrett a little, for the rest of her life. Let me get a taste of that feeling.”
All I can say is, it tastes sweet.
If I can just get Tom Valeska to lose his mind over me, I can die happy.

I’m a scary bitch. He’s a bashful sweetheart with pink cheeks.
The first touch of his tongue loosens my knees and I’m grateful that he’s holding me up. I shudder a breath out. He breathes it, changes our angle, exhales it back to me. Air is better from his lungs. Life is better with his kiss. The word mine is now something I need to make him understand.
No one else is kissing you anymore,” he tells me in a conversational hush, not breaking our contact. “Your mouth is mine.”
