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adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
sad
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️/5
Chemistry: 🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪
Plot: 5/5
Series: NA
Place: Austin TX 🛫 Galway, Ireland
Tropes: Rom Com, Mortician, Undertaker, Grumpy x Sunshine, Friends To Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Marriage Of Circumstances, Inheritance
TW: Death, Morgue, Grief, Terminal Illness, Ableism, Mortician Tasks
Main Characters: Lark & Callum
Where do I even begin with this beautiful book?? This book gave me ALLLLLL the feels. I laughed (A LOT), I swooned sooo much, I felt some serious tingles, and cried. Lord did I cry. I'm not a crier when I read, but this one did it to me.
Lark & Callum are the exact opposite of each other. But perfectly compliment and make each other better versions of themselves.
With trauma comes self blaming, self preservation, and distancing. All the things someone thinks they need but in reality need people who understand to support them. Not having to death with triggering events around trauma can be super hard. It's unfortunate that there isn't anything someone can say to ease the pain.
“I haven’t wanted to kick anyone’s arse in a long time, b-b-but when he started in on you…” “It’s not a big deal. Being compared to a Barbie doll? I’ve heard much worse.” The thought of what she might mean made the tea curdle in my stomach. But she smiled. “You do kinda look like a vampire, though. And you keep coffins conveniently on hand for naps. I haven’t ruled out the possibility you’re a day-walker.” I shook my head at her affectionate tease. “Sun’s about to set. Let’s walk the canal and watch the hookers.”
Lark was such an amazing woman. She was the sunshine after the rain, the laugh when you couldn't stop crying. She made life soooo much better, and brought Callum out of the darkness. She helped him be his true authentic self because of who she was. She was authentic in who she was. She made me laugh so much throughout this book. She had the same humour that I have and love seeing in someone else.
“Guess you’re picking where we go next time. Since this one was such a resounding success, you’re stuck with me now. I’m the human form of loose glitter.” She pretended to sprinkle some around me, like a possessive pixie.
Callum couldn't have been a more perfect person for Lark. I absolutely loved his humor and his wittyness. He was the most rational person, who was able to see through the dark. For an undertaker, he was such a emotional and feeling person. He knew and felt those emotions that so many people don't think undertakers feel. There is a stigma that they don't have feelings. But they are like so many others, they feel their feels in their ways.
“There’s a reason I choose to primarily work with people who can’t speak.” Callum considered my dilemma to the tune of a weepy steel guitar. “Maybe this Seán fella can take an ‘extended holiday.’” “Holy crap. Did you really just reference Nine to Five?” I shoved his arm softly. Only it wasn’t soft. Under the cable knit were taut muscles I shouldn’t have noticed. “I appreciate where your head’s at. However, kidnapping my office nemesis might create a new host of issues.” “Remember, I move corpses all the time, and cremation gets rid of any evidence.”
A ruined arch in the background framed Callum perfectly. Celtic crosses studded the attached graveyard, and even I could appreciate the gothic romance of the overgrown estate. “Hold still. I want a photo of you in your natural habitat.” I lifted my phone to catch a rare, bashful smile. Crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. He didn’t look carved out of stone anymore, but approachable. Handsome. A little happiness made him endearing. “Now lean on that gravestone, drop your hip and give me a saucy wink over your shoulder like this,” I joked, demonstrating a Bettie Page-worthy pose. “Come on. We can start our own website, call it MournHub.” “We’ll be rich.” I snapped another while his teeth flashed. Coaxing out Callum’s delightful laugh felt like a worthy achievement.
I received a complimentary copy via the author and Booksprout. All opinions are my own, honest and voluntary.
Spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️/5
Chemistry: 🧪🧪🧪🧪🧪
Plot: 5/5
Series: NA
Place: Austin TX 🛫 Galway, Ireland
Tropes: Rom Com, Mortician, Undertaker, Grumpy x Sunshine, Friends To Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Marriage Of Circumstances, Inheritance
TW: Death, Morgue, Grief, Terminal Illness, Ableism, Mortician Tasks
Main Characters: Lark & Callum
Where do I even begin with this beautiful book?? This book gave me ALLLLLL the feels. I laughed (A LOT), I swooned sooo much, I felt some serious tingles, and cried. Lord did I cry. I'm not a crier when I read, but this one did it to me.
Lark & Callum are the exact opposite of each other. But perfectly compliment and make each other better versions of themselves.
With trauma comes self blaming, self preservation, and distancing. All the things someone thinks they need but in reality need people who understand to support them. Not having to death with triggering events around trauma can be super hard. It's unfortunate that there isn't anything someone can say to ease the pain.
“I haven’t wanted to kick anyone’s arse in a long time, b-b-but when he started in on you…” “It’s not a big deal. Being compared to a Barbie doll? I’ve heard much worse.” The thought of what she might mean made the tea curdle in my stomach. But she smiled. “You do kinda look like a vampire, though. And you keep coffins conveniently on hand for naps. I haven’t ruled out the possibility you’re a day-walker.” I shook my head at her affectionate tease. “Sun’s about to set. Let’s walk the canal and watch the hookers.”
Lark was such an amazing woman. She was the sunshine after the rain, the laugh when you couldn't stop crying. She made life soooo much better, and brought Callum out of the darkness. She helped him be his true authentic self because of who she was. She was authentic in who she was. She made me laugh so much throughout this book. She had the same humour that I have and love seeing in someone else.
“Guess you’re picking where we go next time. Since this one was such a resounding success, you’re stuck with me now. I’m the human form of loose glitter.” She pretended to sprinkle some around me, like a possessive pixie.
Callum couldn't have been a more perfect person for Lark. I absolutely loved his humor and his wittyness. He was the most rational person, who was able to see through the dark. For an undertaker, he was such a emotional and feeling person. He knew and felt those emotions that so many people don't think undertakers feel. There is a stigma that they don't have feelings. But they are like so many others, they feel their feels in their ways.
“There’s a reason I choose to primarily work with people who can’t speak.” Callum considered my dilemma to the tune of a weepy steel guitar. “Maybe this Seán fella can take an ‘extended holiday.’” “Holy crap. Did you really just reference Nine to Five?” I shoved his arm softly. Only it wasn’t soft. Under the cable knit were taut muscles I shouldn’t have noticed. “I appreciate where your head’s at. However, kidnapping my office nemesis might create a new host of issues.” “Remember, I move corpses all the time, and cremation gets rid of any evidence.”
A ruined arch in the background framed Callum perfectly. Celtic crosses studded the attached graveyard, and even I could appreciate the gothic romance of the overgrown estate. “Hold still. I want a photo of you in your natural habitat.” I lifted my phone to catch a rare, bashful smile. Crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. He didn’t look carved out of stone anymore, but approachable. Handsome. A little happiness made him endearing. “Now lean on that gravestone, drop your hip and give me a saucy wink over your shoulder like this,” I joked, demonstrating a Bettie Page-worthy pose. “Come on. We can start our own website, call it MournHub.” “We’ll be rich.” I snapped another while his teeth flashed. Coaxing out Callum’s delightful laugh felt like a worthy achievement.
I received a complimentary copy via the author and Booksprout. All opinions are my own, honest and voluntary.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Medical content
Moderate: Ableism, Bullying, Chronic illness, Confinement, Death, Domestic abuse, Emotional abuse, Panic attacks/disorders, Physical abuse, Sexism, Terminal illness, Toxic relationship, Blood, Medical content, Grief, Death of parent, Gaslighting, Toxic friendship, Alcohol, Sexual harassment, and Injury/Injury detail