kulti - men that dont speak >>>>. do i need to say anything else?? they will ALWAYS win. his actions spoke way louder than any words ever needed to. Vamos, a mí con eso no me mantienes enganchada, ¡con eso me tienes en estado comatoso! Obviamente, somos pocas las que pensamos así, viendo las estupendísimas valoraciones que tiene, pero qué le vamos a hacer, a mí, si me vas a contar la historia desde un único punto de vista, me tienes que dar algo que se parezca más a Cariño, cuanto te odio para emocionarme, algo donde, aunque ella no se dé cuenta de lo que le está pasando al maromo, sí lo puedas sentir tú. Yo necesito más que tíos que miran malhumorados y que hacen pequeños gestos de amistad que acaban pareciendo muestras de bipolaridad. Me ha parecido un libro plano y sin emoción, laaaaaargo y en el que cuesta que pase algo, con un personaje malhumorado y mandón, y una protagonista supuestamente fuerte que acaba siendo manejada hasta por el apuntador. No os puedo decir sin ser soez hasta dónde he quedado de que Sal se dijera mil veces "paciencia" o de que se pusiera los calcetines de chica grande. Es cierto que esas son mis impresiones finales, bastante distintas a las que tuve cuando comencé a leer, ya que me gusta el slow burn y me encantan los libros con deportistas, así que empecé con muchas ganas y leyendo entretenida. ¡Y hasta disfrutando! Pero claro, una cosa es el amor cocido a fuego lento y, otra, estar leyendo un libro en el que no pasa nada sobre una historia de amor donde tú no ves el amor por ninguna parte. As with TWOWAM, this book also has a brooding H who basically broods for no apparent reason. Nothing wrong with the strong silent type but jeez Louise, must they also be douche-bags? Further, the MCs in both books were just annoying and had zero character development and I honestly couldn't care less about Sal, the h in Kulti, who has to be the most insipid, Milquetoast female character ever. kulti, who was standing there with his tongue in his cheek, had his arms crossed over his chest. he was pissed. i could recognize it by the way his eyes were narrowed.” PLSSS- THIS HAD ME GIGGLING 🤭

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I listened to the Audible version of this book and I thought that it was fabulous. I loved the humor and the wittiness of the heroine, Sal Casillas. Kulti was a real piece of work at times and I loved that Sal wasn't afraid to call him out on his assholery. (Yep! I'm making that a word.)

When the man you worshipped as a kid becomes your coach, it’s supposed to be the greatest thing in the world. Keywords: supposed to.

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Oh, Sal can believe it's her because Amber recently called her a whore? Well, what about believing that Kulti might have a DUI because she had to drag his ass out of a bar? If one leads her to make an assumption about the other in Amber's case, why does she refrain from doing so in Kulti's? She's not even friendly with him at this point. I loved this one, just loved it. First off, I love football ... that is "soccer" to a lot of you. I love the World Cup, the Champions League, The UEFA Championships... I was the girl who stood in the pissing rain at Terryland Park to watch Galway United because my then boyfriend, now husband, supported the team. The FA Cup Final is on this weekend and I will be glued to it, even though I don't support either team in the final... UEFA Euro 2004. Greece is the European Champion against all odds. Thank you, thank you, thank you Otto Rehhagel. Otto was the best coach my national team ever had.She was going to make others feel the same way one day because Soccer was going to be what she was going to do... As for the slut-shaming, I'll give Mariana Zapata the benefit of the doubt, because Sal did reprimand herself every time she let herself go all insulting in her head. I'm watching you, though. I haven't read a book in awhile that has left me so affected, so happy, so...GAH! I LOVED IT, LOVED IT, LOVED IT. I'm feeling particularly confused right now because I want to say so much but I don't know how! So to save time and space, I'll point out what I loved, adored, gobbled up so much: These types of ideas and themes cannot be told in a vacuum...and Mariana Zapata created this story as if it were made out of 100 layers of filo dough for the finest, sweet yet tart pastry ever.