What is the Bastard Bachelor Society?
It’s a gentleman’s club—like the dignified men of the past used to have.
Except, we’re not gentleman, and we’re not dignified.
We’re ineligible bachelors; bored, jaded and not looking for relationships. Quite the opposite actually…
We’re so committed to being single, we’ve created a high stakes bet to see who can remain single the longest. Rules are involved. Prizes.
Laugh it up, but I’m no loser.
Enemy number one to my single status? My irresistible neighbor, Abbott Margolis. She with her evil cat Desdemona, and Sexy AF pencil skirts. She’s kind and beautiful and hilarious. We can’t get involved, no matter how much her meddling grandmother pushes us together. But if I was going to lose this bet for anyone? It would be for Abbott.
Let’s face facts: I’m a bastard, unwilling to settle down. Especially when there’s a bet to win.
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★★★ 3 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓡𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮𝔀 ★★★
I hate to say it, but I struggled with this book. I'm thinking this is just one of those books that wasn't for me.
The meet-cute aspects was definitely cute. It gave me a smile. It gave me hope that the book would pick up for me since I wasn't feeling it at that point already. *sad face*
Listen, Brooks. Come on. He's a chump. A poser. A wanna be. I couldn't chive with him or his friends. When they make their little pact/society, it's the most immature thing for the most immature reasons. I thought I was reading a scene with twelve year old boys. I just couldn't jump on board their train.
I liked Abbott. Mostly. She's quirky. She wants to be independent from her family's money. She wants to be her own person. Brooks, in some ways, seems to be the person to help her gain her footing.
I guess my indifference for this book is lack of personality in the characters. They were extremely immature and unbelievable for me. Much of their actions and thoughts felt under developed. I didn't feel a connection with or for them.
Overall, I can see the appeal to this book that has readers loving it. It has some giggle worthy parts. It's a little cheesy--okay a lot cheesy. But hey, some people like that. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I fell into the latter in this case. *shoulder shrug*