I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Started and finished this one on the first leg of my trip; the silver lining to 8 hour plane trips is the ability to get through books.
Overall, I enjoyed the book, especially once I got used to the third person present tense narrative. It wasn't quite what I was expecting: the summary at the back gave me the impression that it would be something of a romance. It isn't. It also leads you to believe there's a bit of a mystery needing to be solved. There isn't. Mostly, the book felt like a narrative of A.J. Fikry's life after the death of his wife. Sort of anti-climatic, but I still liked it and it held my attention beautifully while sitting in my uncomfortable airline seat. Not an easy feat.