Cornelia, an over-educated barista undergoing a quarter-life crisis, and Claire, a temporary orphan, come together through random circumstance to form a bond that transcends traditional love. 
 Reviewed for Westerville Magazine. 
 Favorite Quotes: 
 Before I say anything else, I need to say this: Martin's death doesn't belong to me. It's not that I wasn't sad about it; i was. But the tragedy of his death isn't my tragedy; it isn't even Clare's although there's enough in that story to break anybody's heart. The fact that rises over every other fact: Martin's death belongs to Martin. I knew him for an intense three months; he was himself for every second of forty-four years, and then he was taken away from himself. 
 Like love was a habit you couldn't break. 
 My tattered heart sank into my shoes the, for if ever, oh, ever a risk there was, Cornelia Brown was one because. Because, because, because, because. 
 Our loving each other is just the world we live in, like the grass under our feet, I told Clare. No matter where we are, it's the world we live in.