When it comes to the rom com, few storylines are more satisfying than ones with two enemies who reluctantly fall in love. And in that respect, the Hating Game truly is a masterpiece.
So-called ‘chick lit’ can be a bit of a mixed bag at times; although it’s an incredibly popular genre and there are literally thousands of titles to choose from, it can be surprisingly difficult to sift through and find one that delivers on all the essentials.
I mean all we’re asking for here is a handsome leading man, believable romance, strong storyline and of course handprint-on-the-steamy-car-window level intensity sex scenes. Is that really so much? Well – not when you’re reading the Hating Game.
So the story starts and we’ve got Lucy, who sits across from Josh, who is pretty much a tall drink of water.
They are locked in some sort of intense rivalry where one is constantly trying to catch the other out doing something wrong. Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of finding someone they work with extremely annoying will very much relate to the angst of the opening pages.
Amidst all this rising (sexual?) tension things take a turn for the worst when the two of them start competing for the same promotion. The battle of wits can’t go on forever and the two of them pretty much push the boundaries of what’s work appropriate from page one.
It’s pacey and satisfying and genuinely funny – you don’t have to worry about being pulled out of the story by unrealistic endings or ridiculous declarations of love. It’s all so plausible that by the end you might even find yourself wishing for your own workplace rivalry. Though be careful – the same results may not apply.