So. Hmm. This is not my favorite of Ruthie Knox's novels. It's so, so, so good up until the end, when the romantic hero crosses a crazy fucking boundary in the name of a huge, sweeping romantic gesture, and if I were Cath--and I'm A LOT less sensitive than she--I'd have lost my fucking shit at him. I'm kind of at a loss here, because it was all so beautiful up to that point.I'm so bummed. I felt a real kenship with Cath up until the weird ending. Oh, well.Side note: I love how charmed Knox is by people eating ice cream cones in winter. This is the second book she's written that has characters doing this.