Feel good romance about a down on his luck bookseller and a tourist selling the rarest of Dickens books. Prose is lovely - smooth, rich, vibrant without being over the top. Hot scenes with Lanyon are always hot and male and no funny strange words or odd moments that were not supposed to be there. I agree with Segwick when he says James is confident about sex - in general that's what comes off in Lanyon's books I've read so far - the scenes are part of the story, an extension of the character and the plot - not an extra thrown in to qualify for erotic. I did have a bit of a hard time getting into this one. Of course the parallel's to Christmas Carol are here and welcomed.