As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Ben Jimmer is in a long-term, committed relationship with university student Henry Brown. Even if that relationship is fake.
Or: a cheerfully clichéd tale of romance, tattoos, football, and friendship (both with and without benefits). Also, tea. And stupidly complicated feelings, of course. Let’s not forget about those.
DO NOT LET THAT BLURB DETOUR YOU
This book is soo freaking good. So good.
The premise has been done before. The pretend boyfriend thing. I’ve read a few.
The difference with this book?
Being inside Jimmer’s head. O.M.G
He is freaking classic!!! Classic!
Also his name, is super cool, Benedict Jimmer. There is something about Benedict. That name. Kinda makes me wanna swoon.
The beginning of the book I felt like I was getting whiplash. I had to wrap my head around it being in the 1st person AND done so in a way that Jimmer really is talking to himself. His thoughts run rampant and I had to keep catching up to him.
His 1st kiss. his first BJ- nothing gets passed us. I loved this. I loved his “Ohh fuck nothing has ever felt so good!” “Wait OMG that feels even better.” It was such a sexy scene and yet I’m laughing my ass off because he’s such a big funny dummy.
I had a stupid grin on my face for 60% of the book and then Holy CRAP where the hell did the angst come from.
Henry and Ben are 2 characters that are in my heart.
This book reminded me so much of Take My Picture.
Just the miscommunication, the NO communication. Eavesdropping, expectations, the LOVE. The conversations, the sarcasm, the name calling. It was awesome.
This is a debut novel by a debut author.
I can’t wait to read more of the author’s work!