This book is actually good … the main character “Wren” is hilarious especially when it comes to her obsession over pizza 🍕….. 😂 you know you love pizza when you pick it over gas, & electricity among other things 😂🤦🏽♀️
It was good
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I thought hmmm; the Description ehhh… not sure if it’s going to be good or not! But dang it was actually good. I laugh a lot while reading this book. Wren was hilarious, especially when it came to her pizza. But what I realize is that often that a lot of authors have written books about women who are big bone & that they have either been disrespected for being more significant or relationships has failed. When in reality that’s not the case… because for one woman who is medium size or skinny has it hard too when it comes to people judging there size and loving them for who they are… I just want a book with at least with a skinny or medium size female with these problems and also over 5’5…
Other than that I actually liked this book because for one Tate was good for Wren and Wren was good for Tate… I was glad when he got rid of Rachel horrible self…. she was so annoying and hated on Wren for no particular reason; when Wren didn’t give a flying rats ass about Rachel… I was surprised that Wren didn’t say anything about the party Rachel had in her back yard & then telling everyone to leave. When Wren got in her ass for calling her a whale… I don’t understand how someone can hate someone due to their size, either small or big…. for one Wren had a real body whereas Rachel was plastic… I glad Tate wanted real over fake… quirky over wack.. weird or boogie…
Btw: I wonder what book two will be about… hopefully, her friend Eva 😌👌
There’s always that one girl who has all these dreams, yet she can’t reach them because she’s constantly tripping over her own two feet.
That’s me. I’m that girl. The unorganized, chaotic, hot mess.
I’m the struggling artist who refuses to give up my love for pizza just because society constantly shoves thin, perfectly toned bodies in my face saying that’s what women are supposed to look like.
Oh, and I’m filthy rich. On paper anyway. I can’t touch my trust fund just yet, so to get those nasty debt-collectors off my back I rent out the snazzy mansion my parents left me.
Of course, it has to be Tate Montgomery who moves in—the super sexy celebrity with three million, five hundred and twenty-six followers on Instagram. And of course, I have to be the paint-covered walking disaster who falls for the said famous tenant.
The problem? Tate and I, we’re not compatible…at all. He’s arrogant. I’m stubborn. It’s a train wreck waiting to happen.
Yet, I end up kissing him anyway.
Told you I was a mess.