From the author of The Bride Test comes a romance novel hailed as one of The Washington Post’s 50 Notable Works of Fiction in 2018 and one of Amazon’s Top 100 Books of 2018!
“This is such a fun read and it's also quite original and sexy and sensitive.”—Roxane Gay, New York Times bestselling author
“Hoang's writing bursts from the page.”—Buzzfeed
A heartwarming and refreshing debut novel that proves one thing: there's not enough data in the world to predict what will make your heart tick.
Stella Lane thinks math is the only thing that unites the universe. She comes up with algorithms to predict customer purchases—a job that has given her more money than she knows what to do with, and way less experience in the dating department than the average thirty-year-old.
It doesn't help that Stella has Asperger's and French kissing reminds her of a shark getting its teeth cleaned by pilot fish. Her conclusion: she needs lots of practice—with a professional. Which is why she hires escort Michael Phan. The Vietnamese and Swedish stunner can't afford to turn down Stella's offer, and agrees to help her check off all the boxes on her lesson plan—from foreplay to more-than-missionary position...
Before long, Stella not only learns to appreciate his kisses, but crave all of the other things he's making her feel. Their no-nonsense partnership starts making a strange kind of sense. And the pattern that emerges will convince Stella that love is the best kind of logic...
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About the Author
Helen Hoang is that shy person who never talks. Until she does. And the worst things fly out of her mouth. She read her first romance novel in eighth grade and has been addicted ever since. In 2016, she was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder in line with what was previously known as Asperger's Syndrome. Her journey inspired The Kiss Quotient. She currently lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two kids, and pet fish.
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** Copyright © 2018 Helen Hoang
“I know you hate surprises, Stella. In the interests of communicating our expectations and providing you a reasonable timeline, you should know we’re ready for grandchildren.”
Stella Lane’s gaze jumped from her breakfast up to her mother’s gracefully aging face. A subtle application of makeup drew attention to battle-ready, coffee-colored eyes. That boded ill for Stella. When her mother got something into her mind, she was like a honey badger with a vendetta—pugnacious and tenacious, but without the snarling and fur.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Stella said.
Shock gave way to rapid-fire, panic-scrambled thoughts. Grandchildren meant babies. And diapers. Mountains of diapers. Exploding diapers. And babies cried, soul-grating banshee wails that even the best sound-canceling headphones couldn’t buffer. How did they cry so long and hard when they were so little? Plus, babies meant husbands. Husbands meant boyfriends. Boyfriends meant dating. Dating meant sex. She shuddered.
“You’re thirty, Stella dear. We’re concerned that you’re still single. Have you tried Tinder?”
She grabbed her water and gulped down a mouthful, accidentally swallowing an ice cube. After clearing her throat, she said, “No. I haven’t tried it.”
The very thought of Tinder—and the corresponding dating it aimed to deliver—caused her to break out in a sweat. She hated everything about dating: the departure from her comfortable routine, the conversation that was by turns inane and baffling, and again, the sex . . .
“I’ve been offered a promotion,” she said, hoping it would distract her mother.
“Another one?” her father asked, lowering his copy of the Wall Street Journal so his wire-framed glasses were visible. “You were just promoted two quarters ago. That’s phenomenal.”
Stella perked up and scooted to the edge of her seat. “Our newest client—a large online vendor who shall remain nameless—provided the most amazing datasets, and I get to play with them all day. I designed an algorithm to help with some of their purchase suggestions. Apparently, it’s working better than expected.”
“When is the new promotion effective?” her father asked.
“Well . . .” The hollandaise and egg yolk from her crabcakes Benedict had run together, and she attempted to separate the yellow liquids with the tip of her fork. “I didn’t accept the promotion. It was a principal econometrician position that would have had five direct reports beneath me and require much more client interaction. I just want to work on the data.”
Her mother batted that statement away with a negligent wave of her hand. “You’re getting complacent, Stella. If you stop challenging yourself, you’re not going to make any more improvement with your social skills. That reminds me, are there any coworkers at your company who you’d like to date?”
Her father set his newspaper down and folded his hands over his rounded belly. “Yes, what about that one fellow, Philip James? When we met him at your last company get-together, he seemed nice enough.”
Her mother’s hands fluttered to her mouth like pigeons homing in on bread crumbs. “Oh, why didn’t I think of him? He was so polite. And easy on the eyes, too.”
“He’s okay, I guess.” Stella ran her fingertips over the condensation on her water glass. To be honest, she’d considered Philip. He was conceited and abrasive, but he was a direct speaker. She really liked that in people. “I think he has several personality disorders.”
Her mother patted Stella’s hand. Instead of putting it back in her lap when she was done, she rested it over Stella’s knuckles. “Maybe he’ll be a good match for you, then, dear. With issues of his own to overcome, he might be more understanding of your Asperger’s.”
Though the words were spoken in a matter-of-fact tone, they sounded unnatural and loud to Stella’s ears. A quick glance at the neighboring tables in the restaurant’s canopied outdoor dining area reassured her that no one had heard, and she stared down at the hand on top of hers, consciously refraining from yanking it away. Uninvited touches irritated her, and her mother knew it. She did it to “acclimate” her. Mostly, it drove Stella crazy. Was it possible Philip could understand that?
“I’ll think about him,” Stella said, and meant it. She hated lying and prevaricating even more than she hated sex. And, at the end of the day, she wanted to make her mother proud and happy. No matter what Stella did, she was always a few steps short of being successful in her mother’s eyes and therefore her own, too. A boyfriend would do that, she knew. The problem was she couldn’t keep a man for the life of her.
Her mother beamed. “Excellent. The next benefit dinner I’m arranging is in a couple months, and I want you to bring a date this time. I’d love to see Mr. James attending with you, but if that doesn’t work out, I’ll find someone.”
Stella thinned her lips. Her latest sexual experience had been with one of her mother’s blind dates. He’d been good-looking—she had to give him that—but his sense of humor had confused her. With him being a venture capitalist and her being an economist, they should have had a lot in common, but he hadn’t wanted to talk about his actual work. Instead, he’d preferred to discuss office politics and manipulation tactics, leaving her so lost she’d been certain the date was a failure.
When he’d straight-out asked her if she wanted to have sex with him, she’d been caught completely off guard. Because she hated to say no, she’d said yes. There’d been kissing, which she didn’t enjoy. He’d tasted like the lamb he’d had for dinner. She didn’t like lamb. His cologne had nauseated her, and he’d touched her all over. As it always did in intimate situations, her body had locked down. Before she knew it, he’d finished. He’d discarded his used condom in the trash can next to the hotel room’s desk—that had bothered her; surely he should know things like that went in the bathroom?—told her she needed to loosen up, and left. She could only imagine how disappointed her mother would be if she knew what a disaster her daughter was with men.
And now her mother wanted babies, too.
Stella got to her feet and gathered her purse. “I need to go to work now.” While she was ahead on all her deadlines, need was still the right word for it. Work fascinated her, channeled the furious craving in her brain. It was also therapeutic.
“That’s my girl,” her father said, standing up and brushing off his silk Hawaiian shirt before hugging her. “You’re going to own that place before long.”
As she gave him a quick hug—she didn’t mind touching when she initiated it or had time to mentally prepare for it—she breathed in the familiar scent of his aftershave. Why couldn’t all men be just like her father? He thought she was beautiful and brilliant, and his smell didn’t make her sick.
“You know her work is an unhealthy obsession, Edward. Don’t encourage her,” her mother said before she switched her attention to Stella and heaved a maternal sigh. “You should be out with people on the weekend. If you met more men, I know you’d find the right one.”
Her father pressed a cool kiss to her temple and whispered, “I wish I were working, too.”
Stella shook her head at him as her mother embraced her. The ropes of her mother’s ever-present pearls pressed into Stella’s sternum, and Chanel No. 5 swirled around her. She tolerated the cloying scent for three long seconds before stepping back.
“I’ll see you both next weekend. I love you. Bye.”
She waved at her parents before exiting the ritzy downtown Palo Alto restaurant and walked down sidewalks lined with trees and upscale shops. After three sunny blocks, she reached a low-rise office building that housed her favorite place in the world: her office. The left corner window on the third floor belonged to her.
The lock on the front door clicked open when she held her purse up to the sensor, and she strode into the empty building, enjoying the solitary echo of her high heels on the marble as she passed the vacant reception desk and stepped into the elevator.
Inside her office, she initiated her most beloved routine. First, she powered on her computer and entered her password into the prompt screen. As all the software booted up, she plopped her purse in her desk drawer and went to fill her cup with water from the kitchen. Her shoes came off, and she placed them in their regular spot under her desk. She sat.
Power, password, purse, water, shoes, sit. Always this order.
Statistics Analysis System, otherwise known as SAS, automatically loaded, and the three monitors on her desk filled with streams of data. Purchases, clicks, log-in times, payment types—simple things, really. But they told her more about people than people themselves ever did. She stretched out her fingers and set them on the black ergonomic keyboard, eager to lose herself in her work.
“Oh hi, Stella, I thought it might be you.”
She looked over her shoulder and was jarred by the unwelcome view of Philip James peering around the door frame. The severe cut of his tawny hair emphasized his square jaw, and his polo shirt was tight across his chest. He looked fresh, sophisticated, and smart—precisely the kind of man her parents wanted for her. And he’d caught her working for pleasure on the weekend.
Her face heated, and she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to pick up something that I forgot yesterday.” He extracted a box from a shopping bag and waved it at her. Stella caught sight of the word TROJAN in giant capital letters. “Have a nice weekend. I know I will.”
Breakfast with her parents raced through her mind. Grandchildren, Philip, the prospect of more blind dates, being successful. She licked her lips and hurried to say something, anything. “Did you really need an economy-sized box of those?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she winced.
He smirked his assholest smirk, but its annoyingness was softened by a show of strong white teeth. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to need half of these tonight since the boss’s new intern asked me out.”
Stella was impressed despite herself. The new girl looked so shy. Who would have thought she was so gutsy? “For dinner?”
“And more, I think,” he said with a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
“Why did you wait for her to ask you out? Why didn’t you ask her first?” She’d gotten the impression men liked to be initiators in matters like these. Was she wrong?
With impatient motions, Philip stuffed an entire militia of Trojans back in his shopping bag. “She’s fresh out of undergrad. I didn’t want to get accused of cradle robbing. Besides, I like girls who know what they want and go for it . . . especially in bed.” He swept an appraising gaze from her feet to her face, smiling like he could see through her clothes, and she stiffened with self-consciousness. “Tell me, are you still a virgin, Stella?”
She turned back to her computer screens, but the data refused to make sense. The cursor on the programming screen blinked. “It’s none of your business, but no, I’m not a virgin.”
He walked into her office, leaned a hip against her desk, and considered her in a skeptical manner. She adjusted her glasses even though they didn’t need it. “So our star econometrician has ‘done it’ before. How many times? Three?”
No way was she going to tell him he’d guessed correctly. “None of your business, Philip.”
“I bet you just lie there and run linear recursions in your head while a man does his business. Am I right, Ms. Lane?”
Stella would totally do that if she could figure out how to input gigabytes of data into her brain, but she’d rather die than admit it.
“A word of advice from a man who’s been around the block a few times: Get some practice. When you’re good at it, you like it better, and when you like it better, men like you better.” He pushed away from the desk and headed for the door, his bag of condoms swinging jauntily at his side. “Enjoy your endless week.”
As soon as he left, Stella stood up and shoved her door shut, using more force than was necessary. The door slammed with a hard, vibrating bang, and her heart stuttered. She smoothed damp hands over her pencil skirt as she brought her breathing back under control. When she sat down at her desk, she was too jittery to do more than stare at the blinking cursor.
Was Philip right? Did she dislike sex because she was bad at it? Would practice really make perfect? What a beguiling concept. Maybe sex was just another interpersonal thing she needed to exert extra efforts on—like casual conversation, eye contact, and etiquette.
But how exactly did you practice sex? It wasn’t like men were throwing themselves at her like women apparently did to Philip. When she did manage to sleep with a man, he was so put off by the lackluster experience that once was more than enough for both of them.
Also, this was Silicon Valley, the kingdom of tech geniuses and scientists. The single men available were probably as hopeless in bed as she was. With her luck, she’d sleep with a statistically significant population of them and have nothing to show for it but crotch burn and STDs.
No, what Stella needed was a professional.
Not only were they certified disease-free, but they had proven track records. At least, she assumed so. That was how she’d run things if she were in that business. Regular men were incentivized by things like personality, humor, and hot sex—things she didn’t have. Professionals were incentivized by money. Stella happened to have a lot of money.
Instead of working on her shiny new dataset, Stella opened up her browser and Googled “California Bay Area male escort service.”
Excerpted from "The Kiss Quotient"
Copyright © 2018 Helen Hoang.
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Reading Group Guide
1. Prior to reading this book, how would you have imagined an autistic woman? How does Stella compare to this vision?
2. Stella was surprised when she heard her coworker Philip James had been asked out by their new intern. When it comes to heterosexual relationships, do you think men should be the initiators? What does it say about a woman if she asks out a man?
3. Does it surprise you to see an autistic person exploring a sexual relationship? If so, why?
4. With regards to autism, people are divided between using person-first language (i.e. “person with autism”) and identity-first language (i.e. “autistic person”). One of the main arguments for person-first language is that it separates a person from their mental disorders. Many autistic people, on the other hand, prefer identity-first language because they believe autism is an intrinsic part of who they are and have no wish for a “cure.” Which do you think is right? Do you think it can depend on each person’s individual circumstances and preferences? How did you feel when Stella tried to make herself fresh and fantastic? Why did you feel that way?
5. What do you think of a man with Michael’s Friday night profession? How does that compare to your impression of a woman with that profession? If gender makes a difference, why is that?
6. How does Michael’s daytime profession affect his attractiveness?
7. Throughout the book, Michael worries he’s inherited his father’s “badness,” that it was passed down in his blood. Do you think this is illogical? Are you able to empathize with him? If so, how?
8. Is love alone enough? Can people with different cultures, education levels, and wealth be together in the long run? How can they make it work?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I really didn't know what to expect , but I'm so glad I read the book . Yes I loved the characters and the story line was perfect . It opens ones mind about people who are different . The best book ever
This was a fun summer read. Quick pace. Characters were enjoyable.
Fun and sexy read -- not high literature, but captured my attention and I read it one sitting! The premise made me giggle and the characters were very sweet; I rooted for them all the way. Looking forward to more from the author!
Sweet romance. I couldn't put it down once I began reading.
Oh Stella, the smart quirky girl who's not good with social interactions and would much rather do math equations than socialize...some days I hear ya, girl. At the age of 30, mom is breathing down her neck for boyfriends, husband, babies, the whole 9 yards. Stella doesn't like sex and when an arrogant male coworker suggests that maybe she needs more practice she jumps on this like a homework assignment for the model student she used to be. Enter Michael, the escort. Michael is immediately drawn to Stella because she's not like his typical clients. And her intelligence is a major turn on for him. The two seemingly hit it off well and Stella offers him a proposal...she wants him to teach her how to be better at sex...I can't wait to see where how this turns out!
I enjoyed all the characters in this book especially the secondary ones. The rich family relationships added so much.
I have been looking forward to this book since I first heard about it last year. If you’ve been following my blog for any amount of time you’ll know I love romance. It is definitely my favorite genre. I love love stories. I love reading about characters who learn from their mistakes and grow in order to open themselves up to love. THE KISS QUOTIENT is a perfect example of everything I love about romance. The story centers around Stella and Michael (it’s dual POV!). Stella is an econometrician who happens to have autism. She is being evermore persistently pressured by her mother to get married and give her grandchildren. One of the things Stella deals with because of her autism is an aversion to touch. She doesn’t love it. She tolerates it when necessary; like when her mother hugs her with her overwhelming Chanel perfume or holds her hand for too long. Stella doesn’t know how she’ll give her mother grandkids when she can hardly stand being touched by another person. A passing comment from a jerk of a co-worker leads her to hire an escort to teach her how to be good at sex and relationships. Enter Michael. A Swedish-Vietnamese escort who has issues of his own. Although we don’t know exactly what those issues are until later. Right away the reader knows Michael doesn’t love being an escort. He does it because he needs the money due to the fact that he has a never-ending pile of bills coming every week. Something about Stella strikes Michael right away. She’s different. She’s interesting and sweet, and he’s drawn to her immediately. Their arrangement slowly morphs from Michael teaching Stella how to be good at sex to Michael being Stella’s practice boyfriend… and I think I’ll leave it there so you can find out the rest of it for yourself. :) I loved these characters. Although I don’t have autism, I feel like I could relate to Stella and some of her insecurities. Stella’s such a caring and sweet soul, and you want her to have everything she’s ever wanted. Which soon becomes Michael. I don’t think there are enough good words to use to describe Michael. Caring, thoughtful, attentive, gorgeous, loving, funny, tender, creative, smart… you get the idea. He definitely has things he has to work through though. He has issues with his father and has to learn that just because his father is a terrible human, doesn’t automatically make Michael one as well. He is his own person and won’t become his father —> but Michael has to learn that on his own. Both Stella’s and Michael’s individual character growth was lovely to read. Seeing how these characters navigated new situations, unexpected feelings, and stepping out of their comfort zone, was one of the reasons why this was just an enjoyable and unputdownable story. I loved how Stella and Michael were as a couple, even if it was just ‘practice.’ They were so sweet together and you could tell as a reader that this wasn’t as much as a practice relationship as it was a real one. A big part of the story is consent, but it's done in a way that shows that it doesn't hinder the romantic aspect of consensual sex. It actually makes the scenes that much hotter in my opinion. Michael uses consent as a way to figure out what Stella is comfortable with and to get her comfortable with being intimate. He never does anything she isn't okay with and instead of trying to convince her, he consistently tells her to let him know if she's uncomfortable and that they can move onto something else. He listens and pays a
Loved the book, was funny at times, loved the characters. It was a good read
‘‘This book was a Slow and boring read for me. I know about quality writing and great authors and this book was mediocre. Not my cup of tea.
If the cover isn't enough to draw you in, think "Pretty Woman" but reversed. Stella Lane, an econometrician who uses algorithms to predict customer purchases,. But Stella feels at a loss when it comes to dating so she hires an escort to teach her. Enter Michael Phan, Vietnamese-Swedish hottie who is determined to prove he is not his father. What starts as lessons quickly turns into more. Don't fear this novel is much more complex than your classic happy ending romance. It is filled with endearing characters and real emotion that pours from the book's pages. It's perfectly romantic, perfectly relatable and perfectly emotional. It is made for your summertime patio/pool/beach read and will not disappoint.
Such an amazing book to read. The writer gets you so invested into the characters, I was sad it ended. It’s Been a while since a cried reading a book.
After a co-worker blames her lack of male attention on her inexperience and discomfort in the bedroom, thirty-year-old Stella Lane decides it's time to take drastic measures and hires professional escort, Michael Phan, to teach her the lay of the land. However, their instant mutual attraction makes keeping things professional a tad more difficult than either anticipates. The Kiss Quotient was all I could have wanted in a romantic comedy and more, full of heart, humor, and complex characters. Stella and Michael's relationship may be unconventional to begin with, but it quickly becomes obvious that the two are practically made for each other. Michael was patient and loving, and Stella was so incredibly supportive of Michael and his dreams. I absolutely adored their journey and am thrilled the author is releasing another novel with Khai's story.
I loved this!! Kiss Quotient has it all - wonderful romance, a touch of humor and definitely steamy sex scenes, but without making you feel like you're reading porn because of the shirtless hunk on the cover. I hope the graphic designer who creates Helen Hoang's cover illustrations is paid well, because she definitely earns her keep. I wouldn't have picked it up otherwise, but I'd heard so much about it and the cover called to me. It has diverse characters - in ethnicity, class, and thought patterns. Stella's autism adds another dimension to the romance without making her seem impaired - the author's own autism gives people like her an important voice. I'll absolutely be reading her next book - The Bride Test!
I was very pleasantly surprised by this book. A smile was plastered on my face pretty much the entire book. I loved seeing the world through Stella's eyes. This was the first time I read a book where the main character is an adult with autism. It was heartbreaking at times to see how she struggles to interact with people and at the same time it was heartwarming to see how she thinks and mentally organizes everything. I would love to read the entire book about Stella just doing mundane day-to-day things. The romance itself wasn't my favorite. The insta-love was a little weird: I can understand Stella's obsession because that's how she is, she becomes instantly obsessed with everything . Michael, on the other hand, is not like Stella, yet, he is almost instantly smitten by her, and being a "professional escort" it just did't feel right
This book is about this girl Stella, who has Asperger's, and hasn't really had a real relationship with a boy and so she hires this guy, Michael, who is an escort, to help her become comfortable with doing the stuff that she doesn't feel comfortable with. And of course sparks fly and they fall for each other. I loved their relationship in this story. I loved his family, Michael's family was amazing in this story. I loved Stella and how she was as a character. I loved how she grew and how she was with Michael and his family. I loved how she was with her family, I didn't necessarily love her family that much but I loved her dynamic with them. Now this book is very steamy in some parts but I don't mind that. I enjoy a good steamy book. I love that Stella was smart, I loved that Michael's sister was smart, like I said I loved her relationship with his sister. . It's just an amazing book. 5/5, would recommend.
Ok, so I did this backwards and read the Bride Test first but I still loved this story! These characters are so relatable and lovable. Stella's naivety makes her so endearing and Michael immediately wants to take care of her. Their passion is something that you read about in a great romance novel! And here it is, a current day great romance!
Funny, Sexy, Insightful, and a Little Difficult. There was a lot to love about this book and also some aspects I didn't enjoy quite as much. The main character Stella Lane was refreshing and for the most part easy to like. She has Asperger's, which was great, since there needs to be more literature about the normalcy of different disabilities, illnesses, etc. In some ways, the plot was a little thin. While it was a pretty typical romance, I wasn't quite on board with the "hiring an escort to practice intimacy with" thing. There were some parts of Stella and the escort Michael's relationship that had me rolling my eyes. While this story provided more insight into the mind's of people with Asperger's, it also made me cringe from time to time, but that is more of my own dislike of characters being put into awkward situations. Overall, I enjoyed the witty- and sexiness, but I didn't love the book as a whole.
When I picked up this book, it was pretty much well-liked everywhere, and I must say - it lived up to its hype. The book was so good I pretty much read it in one sitting; I think I read the first half non-stop and then came up for some air and water. In a fake dating trope scenario, Stella asks Michael to be her sex and dating coach, but they soon fall in love with each other. The main obstacles are their respective insecurities - hers being that she is autistic, and his about his sex work and the fact that she is rich and successful and he is not. The book develops their relationship so well, from their compatible companionship and understanding to their sizzling hot relationship in bed. Stella is an amazing protagonist - kind, and emotional, logical and pragmatic, but also awkward with people. She tries hard to fit in with allistic people and her character development is to do with acknowledging that she doesn't have to fix herself for that. Michael is also so adorable and sexy - he is gentle and empathetic, and has respect for women; he has problems with possessiveness, though. Michael's character development, however, is more extrinsic in that he finally can breathe when his problems are resolved, and intrinsically, it is more about having the self-confidence to not get intimidated by her success, or feel like he has nothing to offer her. They take so long to acknowledge their feelings for each other, its like a 'just admit it already gawd!' kind of tension. Oh, and there are some super hot sex scenes in this one, so you are warned if you are about to read this book in public *wink* For a person who is not a fan of romance-centered novels, I sure loved this book a lot and that's the best way of me saying - go read it! Also, I can't wait to read the next one, The Bride Test, with Khai (Michael's cousin) as the main character.
Everybody loved this book. And the synopsis totally made me think I might enjoy it as well. While it did start out interesting, but different from what I expected, I got stalled out about 40% of the way through the book. Partly because I had books to read at the time for tours and other things, but it just wasn't keeping my interest. So I set it down at the beginning of July last year, and didn't pick it up again till this past February. What happened to get me to pick it back up had nothing to do really with how much everyone else seemed to love it on every other blog. I found this past fall that one of the other employees at my bookstore was also a huge romance reader like I am, and when I told her I had a copy of this, she asked about borrowing it. I knew I wouldn't get to it, so I let her. Unlike me, she devoured it much quicker. She did tell me though, that the part I had stalled at was right before it really picked up and took off for her. So, I made it a goal for this year to pick it back up and finish. And I'm so glad I did! I read more things that made so much sense to me. The more I read about people, adults specifically, with mild autism, the more I wonder if maybe I have a mild case, but in my day, that wasn't really ever diagnosed like it is today. In the end, this was a good book, and I have the ARC of the sequel that I need to read soon as well!