I've heard a lot of hype about this book and was looking to read something written by an Autistic author in April (that and this happened to be delivered from my holds on Libby).
I wasn't as impressed with this story as I thought I would be. I'm attributing that partially to the fact that I'm not big into spicy books. I felt like the main character fell into a lot of stereotypes of an Autistic person. However, finding out that the author is Autistic helped make that a little bit better for me.
I really wanted to love this book. But it was, quite frankly, boring, averagely written, and riddled with clichés. But what grates at me the most is the way The Kiss Quotient demonstrates great knowledge of vital issues only to overshadow the significance of its premise by refusing to delve deeper into something more nuanced and thoughtful. I expected more from this; more thoughtfulness, more artfulness, more craft. Instead, I was left uncertain how to feel about the whole thing—about an ending that felt easy and trivial, almost mocking the seriousness of the rest of the book, and a fizz of uneasiness that I couldn’t quite shake afterwards.
I wasn't as impressed with this story as I thought I would be. I'm attributing that partially to the fact that I'm not big into spicy books. I felt like the main character fell into a lot of stereotypes of an Autistic person. However, finding out that the author is Autistic helped make that a little bit better for me.
I really wanted to love this book. But it was, quite frankly, boring, averagely written, and riddled with clichés. But what grates at me the most is the way The Kiss Quotient demonstrates great knowledge of vital issues only to overshadow the significance of its premise by refusing to delve deeper into something more nuanced and thoughtful. I expected more from this; more thoughtfulness, more artfulness, more craft. Instead, I was left uncertain how to feel about the whole thing—about an ending that felt easy and trivial, almost mocking the seriousness of the rest of the book, and a fizz of uneasiness that I couldn’t quite shake afterwards.