The Learning Hours by Sara Ney
Series: How to Date a Douchebag #3
Narrator: Josh Goodman, Muffy Newtown
on September 26th, 2017
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
He's not a douchebag; but that doesn't stop his friends from turning him into one.
MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.
So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters:
Are you the lucky lady who's going to break our roommate's cherry?
Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have a pulse. He will reciprakate with oral. Text him at: 555-254-5551
The morons can't even spell. And the texts I've been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I'm not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.
THIS ISN'T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.
One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can't bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white.
However, after seeing her in person, I know she's not the girl for me. But my friends won't let up--they just don't get it. Douchebags or not, there's one thing they'll never understand: GIRLS DON'T WANT ME.
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I’ve found my favorite hero in the Douchebag series. While Zeke and Oz crept their way into my heart, hero #3 (I won’t say much about this book’s main characters since I think it would be better for the reader to meet them on their own) didn’t even knock. I just blinked, and there he was, sitting comfortably with a plate of cookies in his hand.
Again, I won’t say much about couple #3, but all I can say is I was pleasantly surprised. If anyone can write a douchebag you want to slap in the back of the head, it’s Sara Ney. She promised a douchebag, and she delivered. I almost wanted to drop the book because I was so frustrated with said douchebag, but then I finally understood what was happening and holy sh*tballs, you guys. My mind was blown.
I don’t know how she did it, but Sara Ney successfully converted me from loathing douchebag #3 to wanting said d-bag to end up with the romantic interest. She also wrote realistic characters who aren’t always at their A game. The leads act their age, talk their age, and it was refreshing to see the effort they make to “look perfect”. I love that she wrote how some people look good because they make an effort to look flawless.
And I have to say this—Rex Gunderson and the other jocks can go suck a dick. I’ve never wanted to punch a group of side characters this much.
What did you like about the audiobook?
I think Josh Goodman pretty much won me over. His voice was exactly what I imagined the hero to sound like, and I loved the drawl, the small nuances in his voice that showed the hero’s personality.
I have to be honest and say I wasn’t a huge fan of Muffy Newtown at the start of the audiobook because she sounded a bit robotic, monotonous, compared to Josh Goodman. I eventually got used to her voice and enjoyed her narration, especially when she was portraying other characters than the lead.
Was this a book you wanted to listen to all in one sitting?
If you’re like me and you’re pretty new to listening to audiobooks, I don’t think this is something you’d listen to in one sitting. Aside from the fact it’s a 10-hr audiobook, it gets frustrating to listen to douchebags, even if that’s the purpose of the story. But 50% and onwards, it’s something I couldn’t not listen to anymore. I had to finish it!
Would you recommend this audiobook to a friend? If so, why?
Yes! If you’re a fan of great character growth, a nice pace in a new adult romance, characters that grow on you, and a wonderful voice that basically whispers dirty things in your ears, then yes. You should definitely listen to The Learning Hours.
Tropes: Friends to Lovers, College, Sports—Wrestling
POV: First Person, Dual POV
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He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair.
He’s slouching, hunched over his table.
My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.
For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.
“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.
I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out.
He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”
“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.
Shrugs. “Free country.”
I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike…