It’s been too long since I’ve read a Lily Morton book. Beautifully Unexpected reminded me of just how much I’ve loved everything that I’ve read by her and totally makes me wish I could clone myself so that I had more time to read. (I know I say this a lot. LOL)

This story had all of her trademark snark, wit, and feelings that I’ve come to expect when I read one of her books. I loved that Magnus and Laurie are not the typical 20-30-something-year-old guys that I usually read – and I do love them, too – it was just nice to read something a bit different for a change.

Laurie and Magnus meet in an unconventional way when one of Magnus’s twinks is leaving his apartment. This kind of sets the tone for their relationship for a while. Laurie pushes Magnus to try things outside of his comfort zone and they laugh and have good times together. Neither of them believes in attachments or long relationships. Of course, we know that fate has something different in store for them.

Beautifully Unexpected make me laugh and smile and cry and feel all kinds of things. This type of book is one of my favorite kinds to read. When a story invokes this kind of reaction from me it’s a sure sign that I loved it and I did, so, so much.

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He smiles cheerfully at me. “Are you ready?”

I blink. “I beg your pardon?”

“Are you ready for our walk?”

I rack my brain, trying to remember making plans. Then I realise that I didn’t. “Why would I be ready for a walk, Laurie?”

His expression is sympathetic but still somehow manages to look like he’s taking the piss. It seems to be a character trait of his. “For fresh air,” he says, slowly enunciating every word.

I roll my eyes. “I’ll open a window if I require that,” I inform him. Normally, I’d shut the door in his face. I have no problem with being rude. Today, for some unknown reason, I just stand here looking at him.

His mouth quirks and he claps his hands together. “Come on then, Mags. The day’s a wasting.”

“I’m not sure that my day was wasting in any form.”

“Were you working?”

I nod.

“It’s a Saturday. Your day was definitely being wasted. Come on,” he says. “Grab a jacket and your pension book and let’s go for a walk. It’s a lovely day”

“I do not possess a pension book,” I state. “Because I am only a few years older than you.”

“It’s not the age. It’s the mileage,” he says happily. “And those twinks of yours look like they could take a lot out of a person’s tank.”

I want to be angry, and indeed I open my mouth to blast him, but what comes out, to my amazement, is a huge laugh. He watches me, smiling, and when

I’ve finished chuckling, I wink at him. “I have a tank with a great capacity,” I inform him.

“Those who don’t, brag. Get your stuff and hurry up.”