What a delightful read for the holiday season! I knew I could count on Cass to deliver an entertaining and well-written story, but I wasn’t expecting this novella to hit me in the feels like it did. This book, just over 200 pages, expertly captures what it feels like to navigate grief, particularly at the holidays, and also how finding the right person can help you heal.
But this isn’t just a book about grief, and healing, there is an intriguing mystery and a beautiful, slow-burn romance woven throughout. Throw in a sentient door knocker with an affinity for holiday romance movies and reality TV, and you really couldn’t ask for a more perfect read this time of year.
In this book, you will find: magic, banter, bodyguard, he falls first, “look at me,” a murder mystery, and top tier puns!
I annotated the crap out of this book, but here are a few memorable quotes:
“Whatever energy my body created burned out in the most mundane tasks. Could I shower today? Take out the rubbish? There was no way in hell I could do both. Fucking Grief.”
“Grief was a blanket – sometimes my safety, sometimes suffocating. It drained me completely. These last ten months, I barely had the energy to think about letting go. The reality was, it would always follow me: through moments, relationships, seasons. I didn’t overcome Grief; I lived with it.”
“I like to think of myself as a gentleman, but if you don’t remove your hands from her right now, I will rip them off with my bare hands and jam them down your throat while they choke the life from your eyes.”
“If I learned anything from Grief, it was to let feelings exist, because fighting them only meant they’d come back with a vengeance.“
“‘You won’t be alone, Mary. Whatever happens, I’ve got you.’”
“‘Most of all, I am afraid of how, in the last week, you’ve come into my life. You break down carefully built barriers with your constant composure. You’ve made me feel again.’”
“‘Stop making excuses and apologies. You are sexy. Anything you put on or takeoff is sexy as hell, and I want to devour every inch of you with my hands, my eyes, my tongue, my fingers – All. Of. You. Just as you are.’”
“We are all fractured, never whole, but sometimes you find the people in life who can build bridges across those crevices. I wanted nothing more than to be that for Mary. I didn’t want to fix her. She didn’t need fixing. What she needed was an advocate. Someone to boost her in those moments she couldn’t or didn’t want to stand on her own.”