Not only that, Amelia is friends with her. (thank god.) During the first half of the novel, I was so wary and annoyed by the possibility of Justin cheating because if Justin and Amelia were ever going to be together, it better be the right way. A lovely, likable, awesome girlfriend who you can’t hate and who Amelia befriends. I did happen to be slightly annoyed with the possibility of cheating in this novel. When they first saw each other again, it wasn’t a very happy reunion. The animosity between these two was fiery hot! Amelia took his anger like a champ and gave it back to him tenfold. Her moving away destroyed their friendship, making Justin hate her for years until Amelia’s grandmother passing away brings them back together again. The other half was given to Justin, Amelia’s childhood best friend, who happens to hate her due to Amelia leaving him as a teenager to go live with her dad. We have Amelia, an elementary school teacher who’s grandmother left a summer house for her. The characters really stood out to me while reading RoomHate, and I found myself finding these subtle messages hidden in the novel. RoomHate, which I would have thought would have been horrible turned out to be well-written with a smooth, progressive storyline. I didn’t really feel like being romantic, hell, I didn’t want to read Romance novels at all, but I finished it and was EXTREMELY satisfied. I’ve always liked Haters-to-Lovers romances, however, I’ve read so much of them that they’re dull and cliché to me. I was having a shitty day, and I found this gem and just.BAM. I can tell you this with the utmost certainty: THIS BOOK GOT ME INTO A GOOD MOOD. With such a mellow tone to this review already, I better pump it up. I’m really don’t going to go on and on about how this book is like every other novel I’ve read or how unlike every novel I’ve read. It sounds like every single New Adult Romance novel. “A sexy, angsty read with intense heart-breaking and a happy ever after.” How do I sum up my feelings about this book in one sentence? … The problem is…now that I can’t have Justin, I’ve never wanted him more. I’d soon realize there’s a thin line between love and hate.

I hadn’t seen him in years, and now we’re living together because neither one of us is willing to give up the house. The same teenager who’s now a man with a hard body and a hardass personality to match.

The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago. When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise. Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me. Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right?

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