Not that Kind of Proposal by Victoria Lavine
There is a particular ache in building perfect love stories for other people while your own keeps collapsing. Victoria Lavine sets her second novel, Not that Kind of Proposal, right on top of that ache, then buries it under cake tastings, cat-nail trims, and one gloriously meddlesome grandmother. What comes out is a romantic comedy with a lump in its throat, and it mostly earns both the laughing and the crying. The Premise, Kept Spoiler-Free Gracie Holland plans weddings at Larkwood, an ivy-smothered Rhode Island estate where she also happens to live, folded into a tiny guest cottage and still nursing a breakup she has not quite survived. When Larkwood’s beloved owner dies, the property passes to her grandson, Jude, a divorce lawyer who has built an entire personality around distrusting the very institution Gracie sells for a living. He wants the estate sold before summer’s end. She wants it saved. So she pitches the kind of bargain only a hopeless romantic would dream up: let her plan a wedding for her own ex, right …





