I wanted to love this book, but admittedly settled for just liking it, and just barely.

I liked the character, but honestly, I liked Tuesday and Ms. Della more than Ricki and Ezra.

The romance was great, once the book finally got there, but I do wish it didn’t take up to 50% of the book for that to finally happen.

And here’s the piece that took me so long to read and really engage with this book—the magic realism of it all. I’m a fan of fantasy and even romantasy, but if I’m being honest, this story didn’t need that and I wonder if it would have been better without it. While I appreciated the background of Harlem history, dark voodoo, and Ezra’s family, it just felt like too much trying to happen at once to make that part of the story “make sense.” That part was also why I didn’t enjoy Kennedy Ryan’s Block Shot.

At any rate, the writing itself was beautiful and I don’t want to take that away from the book at all. I just wish I loved it more.