I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Too mushy for me. Plus, I hate the "I'll never let another man in my heart again!" trope. Codswallop. But the magic was fun.
Still, I gorged myself on the story, mostly all in one sitting, and while I feel the need to detox, I still can't say I disliked the read. NR's knows how to write a scene, a setting, a friendship. She knows how to reuse, renew and recycle story elements too, but even though I saw her doing it I still kept reading. Not sure if that's a compliment to her or a slam on me, but there it is.
I liken these books to Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches (on white bread). They aren't meant to sustain or nourish, but every now and again, they hit the spot.