5 STARS
I really loved this series. It made me laugh, roll my eyes, and cry, which isn’t an easy thing to accomplish. I feel a tiny bit sad that I’m done, that there isn’t anything left, but that’s because happiness is boring, right? Nobody really wants to read about fights over laundry. Meaning... BB has finally grown up.
In my experience, boys were opportunistic assholes. Even the sweet ones. Give them an inch, and they’d take your hymen.
Suit is Ken’s book. We already know he’s her forever; really, we’ve known since the very beginning. So, this is our payoff after three books where our hero ends up being a jackass. And you know what? It was all worth it. Because honestly- and I sound like such a mom here- but she wouldn’t have appreciated what was in front of her if she didn’t have those bad relationships in her history. I know how that is; if you look at my serious relationships, my husband is not at all my type. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why he’s my husband, while the others are relegated to the pages of my angsty teenage journals. Shitty boyfriends suck, but they can teach us so much (if we choose to listen). Remember that SATC when the psychologist asks Carrie what her string of men all have in common, and the answer ends up being her? I felt personally attacked by that episode, and I’m guessing BB would have too (had the show aired earlier).
It didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t my type. He’d never once come on to me. And he was about as emotionally available as a cucumber. But there was an intoxicating current of energy surrounding him that I couldn’t get enough of. I knew that electric charge was meant to keep people out, but I was a defiant little shit.
Suit is the perfect ending, really. Ken isn’t perfect. Nobody is, least of all Brooke. (We’ve been with her since she was 15; nobody knows that better than the reader). But the final book portrays how far Brooke has come. She’s still crazy, but she has learned a lot of tough lessons and been through more tragedy and heartache than any girl her age should. All I wanted was for her to fix her broken picker, so when it happened, I felt like a proud mother. Of course, though, the man couldn’t be ordinary, because Brooke fucking Bradley doesn’t roll like that. Ken is a lot of things: intelligent, honest, practical, and reliable. He also isn’t a lot of things, as in emotional, effusive, jealous, or affectionate. Basically, Ken is the antithesis of any boyfriend Brooke has ever had (again, this is a good thing). But who better for him to end up with than a future school psychologist?!
Nanny-nanny boo-boo. You can’t get me, his heart taunted from inside its impenetrable fortress, thumbing its nose at me from behind a pane of bulletproof glass. Challenge accepted, motherfucker, mine spat back, giving his the middle finger.
I’m gonna be honest: Brooke drove me a little crazy in this book, especially in the beginning. She always knew exactly who Ken was, yet she kept wanting him to change. On the other hand, he never asked her to stop being so selfish or stubborn. I sometimes felt like he loved her for who she was, and she loved him in spite of who he was. But, as usual, our girl learned, even if it was a little late. As it happens in life, we lost some people along the way, and yes, it hurt. I knew it was going to happen, it’s just... I wanted things to be different for Ronald McKnight. But, it was always too late for him, even at the beginning, and I always knew that. I’ve learned that lesson, too. I shed a tear for him, and everyone like him, that never had a chance.
(Side note: trigger warnings for eating disorders, some light S&M, drug use, PTSD, etc.)
“Tell me, Punk. Please. I need to know—” Knight took a deep breath, followed by a sharp, pained one. “I need to know I did something right.”
Life was surprisingly good, and the only thing that had changed was my attitude.
And isn’t that what you want in a partner? Somebody who laughs when you burn dinner and orders take-out? Somebody who looks at a wrong turn on the interstate as an opportunity to listen to your favorite album a little longer? Somebody who loves you at your worst, knowing you’re on your way to becoming your best?