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275 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 14, 2014
"This thing between them was like this beautiful fairytale of a dessert constructed out of work and caution and risk and whimsy. Leaping and twirling, full of color and taste, a wrong breath could break it. And yet night after night, in the kitchens, they made such fragile magics and waiters got that fragility all the way to the tables they were meant for."
It was as if little by little, in those walks, in those quiet moments, shields opened. The mix of fatigue and adrenaline, the beauty of the Paris night that made every dream seem possible, the cold that pushed them together, sometimes under an umbrella as winter rains tried to wash all the city’s dreams away under their chill. They failed, those stubborn, frustrated rains. All they did was make another human body seem enticingly warm.

He had tried and tried and tried to get her to crack without revealing his hand, for months he had tried to make her be the one who went after him, but he broken himself on that pure, serious focus of hers.For Valentine's Day, for pastry food porn, for nostalgia, for Paris, for a man hopelessly in love, I'm glad to return to Florand's world of Amour et Chocolat.