About the Book:
Pastry chef and bakery owner Jason Wood bakes a mean chocolate soufflé, yet his love life keeps falling flat. He’d blame his past if he wasn’t trying so hard to avoid it.
When his family’s farmhouse burns to the ground, he’s summoned to identify a body found in the ashes. Jason returns to Hancock, Michigan, and reunites with a childhood friend, small town vet Henry McCavanaugh. After fifteen years apart, their rekindled friendship soon develops into much more. But Jason’s baggage threatens their blossoming romance, and he leaves town unannounced to escape his feelings—and Henry’s feelings for him. He has learned the hard way if something seems too good to be true, it’s best to run for the hills. Jason stress-bakes more confections than he knows what to do with before wondering if he’s running in the wrong direction.
4 Lugubrious Stars
a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. (there was cause people, there was)
“an air of melancholy surrounded him”
synonyms: sadness, sorrow, unhappiness, woe, desolation, melancholia, dejection, depression, despondency, cafard, gloom, gloominess, misery; More
^^^^^^^ That description was me. Reading this book. ^^^^^^^
It is no secret that I love angst. Like really I love angst. I search for angst. SEARCH FOR IT. With every single book I read. Sometimes I feel as if I don’t give books the credit they are due because, what, it wasn’t ANGSTY enough. Yes this is a problem for me. Not enough Angst.
I think that I’m the only person who thought this book was so, so, sad.
I mean yes there is a HEA. There is.
Even in the beginning between Jay & Henry. I knew there was gonna be a separation. I mean the writing was on the wall. And it made me SAD.
The in betweens. The other guys.
They made me SAD.
The months and months of no communication. Even though we watched Jay grow, which I KNOW he needed. It still made meSAD.
The ending made me CRY. SAD TEARS.
The half sister
The lost years
“Why do you travel alone?”
“I travel alone to find love.”
“If I were a good person, I’d feel like that, but since I wasn’t, all I felt was quiet, debilitating pain. I wanted him, I still neededhim, like I’d never needed anyone in my life. And I had blown it. Still, this too shall pass.”
My smiles were real after reading all the angst in this book. But the smiles were bitter sweet. Until the end.
Bits and pieces held me up.
The V card taken away. (Holy Mother of God) The V card was hot. I felt the connection in the flow of the words.
The end with the “our”
Friends to lovers is the theme? I got so much more than that.