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Just Good by Rose Bennett
Esme has half a degree, a roommate, and a boss who clicks his pen too loudly and won’t eat unless she tells him to. Then her roommate gets pregnant, and Esme needs somewhere to live. Her boss has a basement. It’s temporary. A month, tops.
It is not a month, tops.
It’s long enough to fight about the thermostat, how she drives, and whether she’s wasting her potential. Long enough for him to eat whatever she puts in front of him, build her furniture at midnight because he just got home, and sit through her trashy TV without complaining. Long enough for his hours to get longer and his texts to get shorter — and for her to learn that the man who checks other people’s blood pressure won’t check his own.
She can’t love him into saving himself. She’s not sure she can stop.
I don’t normally gravitate toward closed door contemporary romance, but this was really good, not just good (ba dum tiss).
Just Good feels like one of those indie films that slowly rips your heart out without you noticing until the credits roll and suddenly you’re staring at the wall feeling like you just had a big emotional conversation. And it’s not even really sad? I cried, for sure, but it was more because it was relatable than particularly devastating.
Beyond a typical workplace romance
I like this book for its quietly devastating slow burn — Esme and her boss circle each other through thermostat arguments and midnight furniture assembly, and it hurts in the best way. The emotional core, loving someone who won’t save themselves, elevates this far beyond a typical workplace romance.
