Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below. Sorry. Went a bit overboard with the quotes again.

“[…] I’m sorry if that was out of line. I tend to say stuff that I realise I shouldn’t have said, generally right after I’ve said them.”

You’re gonna have to look far and wide to find a more charming story than this one. It had me laughing out loud, grinning wide, crying a little bit, and just feeling all the warm and fuzzies. It is sweetness through and through, and has a very OTT sassy twink that is also the kindest person as the POV character, and his quiet boss (with total daddy vibes) who falls in love with him. It is adorable to see how easily he fit in with the ‘band of misfits’ at the Dead Letter Office (sorry Julian).

“He’s amazing, and he’s sweet and smart and gorgeous and funny.” Then I put my hands about ten inches apart. “And you know those huge salami they hang in the deli windows?” “Oh, that’s enough,” Julian said, barrelling into the breakroom.

I was worried about the letters for a while because I really had no idea if they were going to find out who wrote them or if the story in the letters had a happy ending. Every one they read made me cry, so there’s that. Couldn’t recommend it more if you want something romcom-y with a snarky POV character, salami-sized dongs, and just an overall feel-good vibe.

See, I have the best of intentions. It’s just my willpower that’s lacking.

Also, I think I would freaking love that job. Doing detective shit and getting letters sent to their rightful recipient? Sign me up.

⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️

⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Romcom
Boss/employee
Workplace romance
Nervous rambling
Found family
Sassy twink
Size queen

⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Explicit sexual content
Mentions of being cheated on by an ex
Homophobia referenced
Mention of past criminalization of homosexuality
Brief mentions of the Vietnam war (no details)

⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
Other person drama: No
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, single POV
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
Main characters’ age: 27 and 34
Pages: 228

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your work.” “Yes, I am! Well, I ate the arse of a cat cake this morning and we toasted the birth of a dead woman whom I never met, and that wasn’t even the weirdest part of my morning.”

“How are you at keeping secrets?” I sat forward, eyes wide, excited. “Absolutely terrible. Do not tell me anything.”

“You’re nervous,” he noted casually. “I feel like I’m in trouble. Like I’m in the principal’s office.” I put my hand to my forehead. “Which is kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you. Did I offend you? I’m sorry if I did.” “I’m not offended. I’m also not that old. How old do you think I am?” I looked at him, horrified. “I absolutely will not answer that question. I know entrapment when I see it. […]”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathed, staring at it. At him. “That is the biggest, most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” Julian’s cheeks flamed pink. “It’s . . . it’s been an issue for some guys.” I put my hand to my chest. “Believe me when I say, I am not some guys. And my mum never raised no quitter.”


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