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570 pages, Nook
First published March 20, 2015
✧ forbidden romance // kulti is sal's soccer coach
✧ celebrity crush // kulti is sal's celebrity crush since she was a kid
✧ age-gap
✧ slowburn & top tier romantic development // no seriously, this is very slowburn
✧ more spicy than other MZ books // i've read all of MZ books and these two have the most smut scenes
✧ soulmates // no, they really are tho. they're both each other's equals don't tell me otherwise
✧ the banter, guys. THE BANTER!!
↳ "It was the worst non-break-up ever in the history of imaginary relationships with a man who didn't even know I existed."
↳ "He could go suck a big dick.
And I hoped he gagged on it.
↳ "You're one of the best I've ever seen, period, man or woman. What kills me is that you are a complete fucking pushover who's hung up on worthless words in front of a person who doesn't matter. Grow some balls, Casillas. Fight me for this. Fight anyone that tries to take this away from you."
↳ "Instead of saying anything, he walked past me, bumping the side of his upper arm against my shoulder, lightly... playfully."
↳"Do you have father issues?"
"What? No. My dad's great, jeez."
"You like old men."...
"Quit it. Everyone has a type. I'm sure you do."
Kulti blinked. "I'm not attracted to senior citizens"
↳ "How long were you together?"
"Four years. We met my second year in college."
"He looks like an idiot."
↳ "... my oversized bratwurst took a step forward and he did it... He was hugging me. Dear God, Reiner Kulti was hugging the shit out of me."
↳ "My schnecke. My little snail, do you know what it means? It's a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail, I don't want to waste more time. I have nothing to hide and neither do you."
↳ "You are my gift, my second chance, and I will cherish you and your dream. I will protect both of you.
↳ "You are the most honest, warm, loving person I know. Your loyalty and friendship amazes me every day. I have never wanted anything more in my life than I want your love, and I don't want to share that with anyone. I haven't done a single thing in my life to deserve you, schnecke, but I will never give up on you, and I won't let you give up on me."
“he was my coach. and i was his friend.
or something like that.”
“you are my best friend, my love, my playmate and my teammate. you’ll have a team with me wherever we are, with whatever we are playing”
“you belong to me”
“my schnecke, my little snail, my love.”
“He was my coach. And I was his friend. Or something like that.”OMG THIS BOOK! Kulti is one of those books that has been sitting on my TBR soon pile for months and months. I never found the time to read it, then I saw it was on audio so I made the time. I’ve read 14 books so far this year and it is by far the BEST book I’ve read so far. My first 5+ star read of the year! Kulti is a soccer book, but it’s so much more than that! It’s fun, heartwarming and all around fantastic!
"I'll be back.”
“Okay, Arnold.”
“He's Austrian, not German, you little shit.”
”I had a man I respected that respected me, and he didn't care if the world knew we meant something to each other. Our friendship hadn't been given to either of us, we had worked at it. On top of that, I felt something for him even if he was egoistical, arrogant, stubborn pain in the ass. He was my egoistical, arrogant, stubborn pain in the ass.”
“You are my best friend, my love, my playmate and my teammate. You’ll have a team with me wherever we are, with whatever we’re playing.”
I tilted my head back, my throat completely exposed as I sighed in desperation. ... I shut my mouth and gave him an exasperated look. ... He tilted his face down, making sure our eyes were meeting. All I could manage to do was stare and hyperventilate. ... I could feel my lower lip trembling as his thumbs rubbed the tender part in the crook of my elbow. ... Kulti tipped his head down, eye to eye like he’d been with me when I’d woken up from my concussion. ... Those big hands left my thighs and before I could wonder where they were going, they landed on my cheeks. In a split second, he tilted my face just slightly down and we were eye to eye, his breath on my face.
"Every single thing that has ever happened in my life has led me here, Sal. Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I’ve done, to get me to you."
He annoyed me, but I was also annoyed with myself for letting his attitude bother me.”
When the man you worshipped as a kid becomes your coach, it’s supposed to be the greatest thing in the world. Keywords: supposed to.
It didn’t take a week for twenty-seven-year-old Sal Casillas to wonder what she’d seen in the international soccer icon—why she’d ever had his posters on her wall, or ever envisioned marrying him and having super-playing soccer babies.
This was like the best dream and the worst nightmare all wrapped into one beautiful package
"I care about things," he said.
"Oh? Like what?"
"Winning."
“𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚. 𝘼𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮.”
“𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧; 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.”
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚.”
1) Alpha hero trope.
2) Athlete hero trope.
3) Soulmates trope.
4) Forbidden love trope.
5) Friends to lovers trope.
6) May- December trope.
7) Forced proximity trope.
8) Destiny trope.
“Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go.”
“Life was about taking chances. Going for what you wanted so that you didn't get old and have pages of regrets. Sometimes you won and sometimes you lost, as much as I hated it."
“You don’t get to live your dreams by waiting around for someone to hand them to you.”
"I could play in front of thousands of people, but the instant cameras got within ten feet of me, I just shut down. I was like the Ricky Bobby of the WPL."
"People are going to judge you regardless of what you do, Sal. Don't listen to what they have to say because at the end of the day, you're the one that has to live with your choices and where they take you. No one else is going to live your life for you."
“When you have love, you find a way to make things work.”
“You know your reputation is just what everyone else thinks of you, your character is what you really are.”
“They pooped. They all pooped. Every single one of them.”
”i haven’t done a single thing in my life to deserve you, schnecke, but i will never give up on you, and i won’t let you give up on me.”
”there are no gray areas for me where you’re concerned.”
‘The King’ has been noted for his perfect attendance at her games and has been spotted wearing her jersey without fail.
“I know. You’re too good for him, but I’ve taught you better than to be so conceited.”I loved Sal’s inner dialogue throughout the book.
It was the worst non-break-up ever in the history of imaginary relationships with a man who didn't even know I existed.What I loved most about Kulti and Sal's relationship is Sal’s pure depth of character. She is such a good mirror for Kulti, showing how to live life without losing yourself to all the distractions.
“Soccer has given me everything, but it’s also taken away just as many things.” He gave me a sad determined look. “I don’t want it to take you away as well. You are the least shameful thing in my life, Sal.”Oh my gosh, the laugher, and the nicknames! There were moments I just cracked up!
“Eyes up here, Taco.”And this gem.
“I’m not crying.”I would rush out in a minute to purchase a Kulti POV, that stinking grump.
“You are the worst liar I have ever met.” He moved to rub my shoulder. “Why are you upset?” Every time he asked, I somehow managed to cry harder, my body shaking more; there were actual noises coming out of me.
“It’s stupid.”
“More than likely, but tell me anyway,” he said in a gentle voice.”
“I managed to suck in a tiny breath and aim a smirk at him. “Can I give you another hug or is that over your daily allowance?”
The German shook his head. “Have I told you that you remind me of a splinter I can’t remove? You’re incredibly annoying.”
"Every single thing that has ever happened in my life has led me here, Sal. Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you're supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I've done, to get me to you."
"I'll be back.
Okay, Arnold.
He's Austrian, not German, you little shit."
"Trust me; I've had the urge to punch you in the face a time or five."
"Have I told you that you remind me of a splinter I can't remove? You're incredibly annoying."
"I was in love with this pumpernickel. God help me, I think I wanted to cry."Sal was such a likeable heroine, she was sweet, sincere, helpful and generally a nice girl. She, as no one else, was able to get close to Kulti, gained his trust and made him open up more.
"I had a man I respected that respected me, and he didn't care if the world knew we meant something to each other. Our friendship hadn't been given to either of us, we had worked at it. On top of that, I felt something for him even if he was egoistical, arrogant, stubborn pain in the ass. He was my egoistical, arrogant, stubborn pain in the ass."Kulti, well, he was a man of a few words, and I totally dig that brooding, grumpy kind of heroes. He never said much but once he opened his mouth, here's what came out. Don't you just get swooned on the spot?
"My schnecke. My little snail, do you know that's what it means? It's a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail. I don't want to waste more time. I have nothing to hide and neither do you."
"I've been waiting, and I will keep on waiting until the time is right. You are my equal, my partner, my teammate, my best friend. I've done so many stupid things that you've made me regret - things I hope you will forgive me for and look beyond - but this, waiting a little longer for the love of my life, I can do.And I loved the names she called him. I have Germany right across the border, been a few times, know the language a bit and I think her nicknames were so darn cute. Just a few...the human Berlin Wall, sauerkraut, German bratwurst, Chocolate Cake, Goddamn frankfurter, German tank, pumpernickel, pretzel face... Kulti didn't stay indebted for long and came up with Taco for her.
You are the most honest, warm, loving person I know. Your loyalty and friendship amazes me every day. I have never wanted anything more in my life than I want your love, and I don't want to share that with anyone. I haven't done a single thing in my life to deserve you, schnecke, but I will never give up on you, and I won't let you give up on me."
The Wall of Winnipeg and Me was my first book by Mariana and after reading Kulti, I am now convinced the author is the queen of slow-burn romance but not entirely in a good way.
As with TWOWAM, this book also has a brooding H who basically broods for no apparent reason. Nothing wrong with the strong silent type but jeez Louise, must they also be douche-bags? Further, the MCs in both books were just annoying and had zero character development and I honestly couldn't care less about Sal, the h in Kulti, who has to be the most insipid, Milquetoast female character ever.
How could she have been so physically strong yet have such low self-esteem? Her whole being was a statement in incongruity. I really disliked the way she never ever rocked the boat but just accepted crap treatment from every and anyone. ARRRRRGGGGHHHH!
Gosh I am conflicted and have developed unreserved antipathy towards the author's style of zero emotions/kissing/sex (until the 90% mark) and to be honest, I'm not sure Kulti and Sal deserve their HEA.
In a nutshell, I felt the story was predictable, had too much soccer-speak (IMO) and for a book of 570 pages, I think only 200 pages or so are relevant. My chest burns.