I've really come to love the books of Jackie Lau over the last year or so, and Ice Cream Lover is yet another fun, diverse, and engaging book. I loved it from start to finish—it's pretty much as simple as that.But, well, it's not as simple as that, actually. Because that glosses over all the things that make this book so damn enjoyable. Little things like a five-year-old foodie, unicorn dreams, fruity ice cream that smells like natural gas, and stuffed alpacas to name a select few. There are a plethora of adorable, seemingly insignificant things that made me smile and laugh throughout this book. And when they're added to the heart of the story—the struggle to accept oneself, flaws and all, and the struggle to find one's place in a world that isn't always accepting—it equals a book that everyone should be reading.Guys, Chloe and Drew are just . . . Look, neither of them are perfect, yet they're both so very likable that it's nothing at all to overlook Drew's grumpiness (kinda hot, honestly) or Chloe's habit of shutting down (totally understandable, BTW). Their story is one that embraces and celebrates the differences in people, that shines a light on just how easy it is to feel alone or to develop a skewed view of yourself, and one that does so without every becoming too heavy.Ice Cream Lover holds within its page a levity that doesn't ever detract from the seriousness at its core, and it does it with infinite charm. How could I not love it?