The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)

by Laurie Gilmore

Warmer weather had brought less clothing with it and now all of Noah’s tattoos were on display.

Thank god

Hazel cleared her throat. ‘Did you enjoy the last book I gave you? A Curse of Blood and Wolves.’

Hahahahahaha oh were having a laugh here

Noah nodded, his auburn hair glinting in the late afternoon light.

Thank GOD. Im out of enemy territory

They were beloved by the youngest and oldest customers alike.

We love the enby purple haired employee greenflagggg

A ferris wheel, huh?

Omg the way this is visually presented in the book is so cute

He rolled over onto his back, a smile on his face. He liked talking to Hazel. He liked that he got to.

This book is so fucking cute im gonna die

I’m very good at fun, Hazel. He thought of Hazel’s wine-flavored lips. She was very good at fun too, whether she knew it or not.

Sweating

‘This is my other dad.’

Omg the gay mayor i love it were going all in on this fantasy world

It was easily three feet tall and stuffed with material she could only assume was carcinogenic. The entire thing felt highly flammable and utterly toxic but she held it to her chest like a kid on Christmas.

Lmfaooooo

‘Haze, nine o’clock is an old-lady bedtime.’

Shut your mouth

Salt air and sunshine and soap.

I love that this is like the 4th time weve emphasized how clean he is because this is a fantasy and straight men bathing often (with soap) is a lofty dream

stooping to give Casper a scratch between his ears

A cat named casper at the pumpkin spice cafe lmao i love this lobotomy universe soooo much

‘Oh, plenty of good reads. Just finished one about a reformed rake.’

Were just barreling the camera atp i love it

‘Please don’t tell me you don’t like the beach.’ A pained expression crossed his face as if Hazel had personally insulted his mother.

Me too noah

Her brain had no place here.

My reading taste in a nutshell

‘Hmm, yeah I get that.’ ‘You do?’ ‘Not really. Just trying to be nice.’

Real

‘Stranger than moth men with vibrating tongues or giant blue aliens or minotaurs donating their––’

Ice planet mentioned

What didn’t she have? For as long as she could remember Hazel equated the number of available beverages with the coolness level of the house. If there was an entirely separate drink fridge in some basement or garage area, forget it, that house was by far the coolest.

Objectively true

it was fine that she had never sowed any wild oats or ever had any wild oats to begin with. She was thirty years old and she knew who she was.

She was allowed to not want anything more than this.

Because what more did one need besides good friends, good books, and the occasional cinnamon bun?

From your lips to gods ears

Hazel gently pushed that thought aside. She’d deal with it later. Or never. She still hadn’t decided.