This isn't my genre, but gosh was this a little delight. It's very Genre Trope, which I don't mind if I know that's what I am going in for. But as a disabled woman married to an award winning poet whomst I met while we were both working as baristas together - like, the intersections of things I'm intimately familiar with were just so nice. 

It read like if Lorelai Gilmore ever found accountability - the dream Lorelai I kept waiting for and who never showed up, that's Zelda!