Graham Malone is my roommate, my personal eye candy, the reason I get up in the morning smiling (that could be from the illicit dreams I have about him too, I suppose. Let's move on.). He's also beautiful to look at, but his heart is where his true beauty lies. Take away the exterior and the interior still shines.
I love him. I mean, I'm pretty sure I do, having never been in love before. Anyway, it seems legit.
And now his brother Blake is here, and, well, he's the complete opposite of Graham. Sarcastic, brooding, and totally available. But he's leaving soon, and Graham's the one I want. I shouldn't have to remind myself of this, right? I wouldn't have to if Blake would quit looking at me like I'm something yummy and he's starving.
Here's a toast to roomies; the ones you should never fall in love with. Or something.
The only thing that frustrated me about this book was Kennedy and Graham's inability to fully have a adult conversation to sort things out. But I also realize that without that flaw of their's, there would be no funny story to tell. Although I have to say that beating around the bush certainly paved the way for certain things to happen that might not have happened, and vice-versa. I don't know, I'm just wondering what would have happened if they had sat down and talked about how they each felt.
I wanted to strangle Kennedy due to how clueless she could be at times. She frustrated me to no end, but I will say she never bored me. She had character and that is what I look for when I read. I don't want flat, two-dimensional characters who I could care less about.
What kept me reading was her banter with Blake and Graham. I don't think there was a single dull moment in this book. Kennedy has no filter either, so there was bound to be some embarrassing, yet hilarious moments. I give Roomies 4/5 Platypires.