Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 The Squee Cannon is set to ALL CAPS MULTI-LAYERED AWESOMESAUCE. Earplugs may be advised. 
 YOU GUYS I LIKED THIS BOOK SO MUCH I READ IT TWICE. As in, I finished it, had the Queen Mother of all Good Book Sighs, backed up and started reading it again. 
 I NEVER DO THAT. EVER. My TBR could potentially crush me into tiny bits if it were physical instead of digital. I don't instantly re-read anything. This, I read twice back to back without even considering looking at another book. I REALLY LIKED IT A LOT in case that isn't clear. 
 There are a TON of things I loved about this story. First, as I mentioned earlier this month, the language is part of the setting and gives the story a unique complexity in the world building. There were words I don't usually encounter in fiction that I understood in context, such as "stroppy," "sarky git," or "naff," and I LOVED that. For me as a reader, the language that the characters and the very-omniscient narrator used helped make everything else more real and more vivid. It was an essential part of the world building of two actors in London theatre, and it was delicious. Plus, each character had a distinctive style of speaking, and their dialogue was so very much in-character that any tags identifying who said what weren't always needed. 
 The humor in this book is constant, too. It builds and becomes more intricate, involving jokes about plays, Shakespeare, and gossip culture, until by the end the reader is part of the inside jokes of their relationship. It's lovely. 
 I loved that both characters had no shits to give for very different reasons, and in the course of being themselves under artificial circumstances, they discover wonderful compatibility hidden beneath false pretenses. This story made me tremendously happy. I liked this book so much, I read it twice. 
 Like I said, that never happens. 
 -SB Sarah