Fall in Sweetbriar means pumpkin spice everything, crisp mountain air, and one ridiculous Mr. Pumpkin contest.
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Favorite Quotes:
Up close she had freckles I’d never noticed before— five of them, scattered across her nose as if someone had spilled them— and her eyes were green, properly green, the kind of detail a trained observer should have had on file years ago, and they were doing the register- tape thing again, adding me up.
I clocked out at six, drove home, stood in my kitchen, and ate dinner over the sink like a man being filmed for a documentary about how to be boring.
Bella nodded slowly, filing this away in the vast and terrifying archive of things small children remember and repeat at the worst possible moment.
He looked at you like you hung the moon and then went back up and strung sparkling lights on it..
“There’s a bottle open. Pour for Mom first, or she’ll mention it in her toast.” “There’s a toast?” “There’s always a toast. She workshops them.”
We have fifty minutes and a great deal of ground to cover, and I refuse to let you walk out there looking like she lost a fight with a raccoon.
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My Review:
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I adored all the characters in this book; they were hardworking, smart-witted, admirable, authentic, a bit quirky, and the kind of people I would enjoy knowing if they could jump off the pages and into real life. The tone, pacing, and storylines were easy to fall into, engaging, wryly amusing, and vastly enjoyable, with no actual villains, no contrived breakup conflict, no secret pregnancy, and a negligible level of angst that didn’t actually register on my meter. In other words, I was gleefully delighted throughout my perusal, as none of those tedious tropes, which I despise well beyond the level of pet peeves, could be found. Nora Everly has gained a new acolyte.

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Nora Everly is a lifelong bookworm. She started reading the good stuff once she grew tall enough to sneak the romance novels off the top of her mother’s bookshelf, and it has been non-stop ever since.
Once upon a time, she was a substitute teacher and an educational assistant. Now she’s a writer and stay-at-home mom to two small humans and one fat cat.
Nora lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family and her overactive imagination.


