There's a pairing that I have an almost infinite appetite for–a straightforward, plain-speaking woman point of view character and the infuriating, charming, playful-yet-startlingly-competent man who entangles himself thoroughly in her business and her heart. (I have given here the most common formulation, but swap either or both genders and my prediliction remains intact.) That dynamic is at the heart of this book, and Eddi's Phouka is a particularly captivating specimen of his type, and a gorgeous fey of color, to boot. (That is, if one tactfully passes over the fact that he is described on at least one occasion as wearing a mullet. O tempora! O mores!
On top of that, there are fairy courts, rock and roll, and some lovely Minneapolitan geography, which is a refreshing change from my beloved but overexposed and perhaps even a bit cliché New York City: all very good fun.