The final book (so far) in the Cabot series, this is just a very nice story about people loving each other the way they want to be, which is a concept I've been thinking about a lot recent. The titular Cabot in this story is the son of the OG Cabot, who is living in the East Village in the early seventies and just figuring out his life after serving in the army for a year but not getting anywhere near Vietnam itself, thanks to his family connections. There's definitely more than a little of the 'boy wasn't New York magical when the East Village was still affordable (because of utter neglect and abandonment)" feel to this book, but I still enjoyed it a lot. He is befriended by Alex, a Ukrainian immigrant doctor who helps Daniel after he got into a fight with someone who was talking shit about gay people, and the two of them are in the slowest, most gentle best friend pining I've ever read. But it works for me, and the way they create a life together is just really lovely, and there's just enough plot that happens for both of them and the people in their lives that it doesn't feel inert. Just a very nice book to read while there's an artic blast outside and you don't want to leave your couch all day.
Grade: B
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