This is a long, languid romance between Daniel, the tattooed professor dropped in the middle of Michigan, and Rex, the quiet small-town carpenter. It’s all told from Daniel’s POV, and he is a jumble of nerves, caffeine, foul language, and insecurity. He’s freaking adorable, like if Tim Federle went into academia instead of Broadway. This review could just be quotes and you would all buy the book immediately.
Daniel grew up poor, one of five sons of a mechanic. With encouragement from his professors, he made it all the way to a PhD, but his family is not impressed. He interviews for a job at a small private college in Michigan, and meets Rex after crashing his rental car. He thinks Rex is straight. [Read more…]