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A lonely man can’t imagine life after selling his family’s historic beach restaurant to a corporate chain…and he doesn’t know the half of it. Peppering his third novel with snatches from a (fictional) guidebook to the town of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, Joella again unfolds a story that illuminates the connections among people who have been in each other’s lives for a long time, even as newcomers wander in to upset the apple cart—or, in this case, the crab cart. Jack Schmidt finds that perhaps he’s just burned out enough to accept an offer from local behemoth the DelDine group, especially as it’s delivered by a high-energy, charismatic, and somewhat weird woman named Nicole Pratt, a ballsy, low-boundaries-type character Joella has great fun with. Though Jack feels obligated to his devoted staff members, it seems one of them is stealing from him and another has a druggie son who has gone dangerously off the rails. Meanwhile, Jack’s old girlfriend Kitty is in town to take care of her ailing mother and has a secret to share that will first break Jack’s heart and then change his life. There’s so much to love about this gentle domestic drama—the fraught bustle of restaurant life; the rhythms of a seaside resort town; the quiet importance of male (and feline) friendship; the often challenging relationships between middle-aged adults and their dying/difficult senior parents, particularly when they have dementia. For example, when Jack picks up his BFF Deacon from a visit to his mom in the care facility, he finds him unusually depressed. “I’m your son,” Deacon tried to assure her when she said she was afraid of him. Her reply: “I hope not.” Shardlike moments like this are what keep this book, so full of sentiment, from being sentimental. Both Joella and his protagonist show that nice guys sometimes finish first. About as dear as a novel can be. See you in Rehoboth. Copyright © Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.