I smiled and laughed throughout this entire book, especially the second half. I even teared up on several occasions. Still, it was so wholesome! I got to the epilogue and groaned because there should’ve been a hundred more pages. This was the perfect end to the series.

The friendship between Jones, Ford, and Orlando was *chef’s kiss*. There was never a dull moment with those three in the room. Uncle Lee stays cracking me up, just at the fact that the man pops up everywhere and you never know what’ll come out of his mouth. Every time he comes around, I pray he doesn’t get a phone call. And not Them Boys making an appearance?? I was flabbergasted! Again, I need to reread every single last one of these series. 

I loved this so much. The characters are great as usual. They’re not without their faults or trauma, and that makes them all the more real. House makes your heart ache for the people she creates. I wish them nothing but happiness and peace. These books are so perfectly intertwined. House included such important topics, focusing on healing, community, and love—how all these things contribute to a person’s well-being, and how they can be through blood or found family.

The only thing, I wanted to see— Patrick and his raggedy momma go down. Hearing about it wasn’t enough. This was not enough. There needs to be a family reunion wrap-up at some point.