My infinity star read. This book is the equivalent of a comfy pair of pyjamas, something I slip back into whenever I'm ill or anxious or possibly both. What's not love about an asexual stoner hipster and an idiosyncratic curmudgeon living platonically ever after together? It has all the feels, laugh out loud moments, and harbours the only miscommunication trope that I've ever enjoyed. I've basically read (and reread) all of Klune's books now!