Book Review: The Opposite of You by Rachel Higginson

Title: The Opposite of You (Opposites Attract #1)
Author: Rachel Higginson @Mywritesdntbite
Reviewer: Grace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 280 pages
Rating: 4.25 Stars


I’ve sworn off men. 

All men. 

Famous last words, right? You’re expecting some epic tale of reluctant love and my dramatic change of heart? Well, you’re not going to get it. 

I’m stubborn. And headstrong. And I’ve just survived the worst three years of my life. After escaping an abusive boyfriend to live in hostels and cheap hotels while I worked my way across Europe, I’ve come to two conclusions. 

The first? Now that I’m back home, I’m going to squander my expensive culinary degree on a food truck that caters to the late night drunk crowd. 

The second? I’m going to prove to the bastard across the plaza that my street food is better than his fussy five course monstrosities.

Killian Quinn might be Food and Wine’s Chef to Watch Out For. He might have a Michelin Star. He might have every food critic in the city wrapped around his too-large fingers. But he’s also pretentious and unbearably arrogant and the very opposite of me. 

So he can keep his unsolicited advice and his late night visits and his cocky smiles. I want none of it. Or him. 

I want the opposite.

Grace Review

This was the right book at the right time.
While this book had a great buzz when it released, none of my close friends were reading it, so I just added it to my TBR with hundreds of other books. When I saw it went on sale and it was a no brainer. Then I just needed time in my reading schedule. Yes, as a blogger, I live by my reading schedule.

I don’t always get a giddy feeling reading a book (obviously that won’t work with some genres and tropes). But I got that giddy feeling with this book.
Why? Well is you know me, you know I love two things:
And when I say food, I mean I love the creation of amazing food (and eating it, duh) – Top Chef and Iron Chef are my jam. Prior to becoming a mother, I went out of my way to go to restaurants from some of the best chefs – Morimoto, Emeril, Gary Danko, Wolfgang Puck, etc. So, a book based on two chefs had me salivating.

The added plus in this book is the hate-to-love trope, which I love. Make no mistake about it, Killian Quinn is a huge jackass initially. As a fellow chef . . . pardon me . . . THE top chef in the city of Durham, he makes it quite clear to Vera Delane, that her food truck, aptly named Foodie, does not measure up. I get that the food industry is a cut-throat business and you don’t get ahead by being nice, but Killian always took the harshest route. At first. I add that because with time, the pompous attitude begins to crack, and he begins to switch his level of critique.

Vera is super vulnerable from the get go.
Recovering from a bad relationship.
Ruined reputation in the food industry.
Dad fighting cancer.
Last ditch effort to save her career with a food truck.
While chefs are supposed to have thick skin, you can imagine, from the points above, that Vera is holding a very fine line from staying strong to having a complete meltdown. Killian’s advice goes over like a wet blanket, nearly destroying her confidence. At times I like her fire, and those moments where she pulled herself up and gave it her all.

Given Vera’s past relationship will dickhead extraordinaire, Derreck Hanover, I could understand why Vera tried to keep her distance from Killian as his approach softens. The attraction is obvious, but Killian throws off a lot of warning bells for her, which I got. Until he proves otherwise.

“He’s too familiar. I don’t want a guy like Killian Quinn. I want the exact opposite of him.”

The switch from hate to love was a little abrupt in my mind, but I guess both were just kidding themselves all along. Once they admit how they feel, the story takes a very different turn as the two try to figure out what direction they want their careers to go. Everything worked out a little too nicely and I would have liked more angst here, but it was sweet how it all played out.

He was a fallen angel; a Greek god brought low by the reality of life. He was Killian Quinn, and he wasn’t perfect.
And I wanted to lick him from head to toe.

If you are looking for a fun hate-to-lovers story, with some great food, check this one out.

P.S. – Don’t read on an empty stomach. ; )

– Grace

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