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Oh goodness! The yearning!! Yes, please.

It only took one more percent to resolve some of my concerns. Although, this is sounding a whole lot like Southern Heartbreaker right now. Like almost word for word.

OK. I cannot read one more gender role, recovering perfectionist monologue. This was such a fun ride and now the wheels have come off along with my ability to care.

I shouldn’t binge authors. The reoccurring plot lines are showing.

There are so many characters and subplots these two could playing around in and still figure out that he’s nothing like her ex and that she is terrified of intimacy.

I can already tell I’m gonna love this. Best friends to lovers and nicely flushed out characters right off the bat? Time jumping emails? Immediate family? Witty but not cringe exposition? Sign me up.

Sweet baby Jesus, the navel-gazing and neurosis is too much. Get these characters out of their heads and into a real situation. The third act breakup is coming and I almost don’t care.

Do I smell a third act breakup coming? The tension is high.

Have to switch to Kindle for a while. His female voice is the worst in the bedroom. Eww.

Nice start. Pacing is good. Characters are solid.

Tim Paige is an insufferable narrator. He should only read men’s parts, and even then his delivery is grating. He ruined Off to the Races for me, too.

This feels a lot like Indigo Ridge with the “accidental” death undertone. She’s about to head to the bar. Let’s see if history repeats itself.

If you ever wondered if Fifty Shades of Grey had been expertly written, possibly spicier, and paced properly, you should read this series. It’s important to look at this as one big book instead of five shorter ones, as the cliffhangers do the work they are intended to do. I’m looking forward to starting the spinoff series with Ireland. Revisiting this after more than a decade has been fun.

Yearning is excellent. I love yearning.

Her guilt about her nonexistent role in her husband’s death? Exhausting.

Love the meddling mother-in-law.

I’m charmed. Finally. It took a minute.

Get out of your own way.

If she doesn’t make the turn soon, I’m gonna stop reading. I cannot with this.

Smiling. So much smiling.

This is precious. They’re being dragged to the wedding now. His inner alpha is hilarious. The audio is fantastic.

Delightful. A much better offering than the first book.

Hate reading at this point.

There is no joy in this book. As soon as something nice happens the characters ruin it with rumination.

Ok, I love you, Abby, and this book is making me feel awful. The instalove to inertia is killing me. If Samantha rambles about how they just won’t work one more time…

It’s time for adult daycare or a memory care center. They’re all imprisoned in Mom’s failing memory and I’m tired of reading about how hard it is.

The next gut punch is coming. I suspect it’s Dad’s secret.

Delightful so far. The gut punch is coming.

It took her this long to contact a lawyer? So much of this book could’ve been about her redemption and her regaining her power, but all she did was wallow. All he does is wallow. The only one who doesn’t wallow is the big bad manager, and even when she realizes that he’s abusing her, she doesn’t leave him.

She’s going back on the road, not to the moon.

Switch managers. Go no contact with your dad.

I’m bored. All of the plot points are lining up. Let’s go.

Well, the plot is finally plotting. Set up pacing is slow. Most this could have been delivered 20% in even if the inevitable desperation hookup waited until now.

Is this just trauma porn? Nobody seems to have a life or relationship outside of their own heads. Hoping things get moving. Typical first in the series plodding.

Or is he Captain Von Trapp? Um, yes please.

I wonder if she sells Shades of the Orient cosmetics? Is there more than this provincial life? I’m happier than I should be with the tropes so far.

“I’ve failed her!!!!!!” Go. To. Therapy.

The vocal fry is her internal monologue and she’s different in conversation. I understand the artistic choice but my goodness, it’s grating. If you deliver every line with the inflection of Rayanne’s Our Town monologue in My So-Called Life, it loses its impact. Is she crying? Is she yearning? Is she hurt? It all sounds the same.