Just felt like both men in this book were too perfect. Liz's memories of her deceased husband paint him as a saint: the perfect husband, great father, wonderful and supportive. Equally, her new love interest Ben seems to have no flaws. He is the perfect man: handsome, unattached, doting, patient, kind, loves kids. I realize the conflict here was Liz overcoming her grief but it just didn't work for me. There were also pages and pages of sap in between the action where Liz contemplates her grief. As a grief book, this just didn't work for me. As a love story I liked the idea, but the execution didn't work for me either. I appreciated what Higginson was trying to do with this story and I think that she does accurately portray the stages of grief and recovery, but it fell flat for me.