My Best Friend's Girl by Dorothy Koomson. This book is dreadful. It became so bad, it was almost good. Here is my favorite part:
"He returned my gaze, steady and straight. With the laughter of children, the conversations of adults, the cries of babies, the sounds of animals as a backdrop," (the characters are at a crowded zoo) "our mutual dislike grew. The seeds had been planted yesterday afternoon, had been watered in the evening, and were now sprouting roots while strong green shoots pushed up through the earth. A few more hours and this feeling between us would blossom into an orchard of full-on hatred." (p. 175)
An orchard of full-on hatred. I mean, it just doesn't get better than that. I have quickly added this phrase into my repertoire.
Mom: What do you think of this shirt? (Holds up latest Lucky magazine.)
Me: Ew. I feel an orchard of full-on hatred for that shirt!