With a combination of contemporary romance and a pinch of paranormal, Coffehouse Angel managed to surprise me. This light-hearted, heavy on the caffeine novel tells a tale of rewarding a good deed gone wrong. It was a comedy of heavenly errors crafted in such a way that made everything happened for a reason and explicable.
Katrina and her grandmother are struggling to keep Anna’s Scandinavian Coffeehouse afloat. With Java Heaven’s fancy espressos and cappuccinos, their sardine sandwiches and thick coffee couldn’t compete. When she inadvertently rescues a messenger of the heavenly kind, angel Malcolm was set on rewarding her for her good deeds. You’d think that Katrina’s first wish would be the solution to their problem…and she did but she somehow ended up giving that wish to her best friend, Vincent. Fame would’ve been the next logical wish…and she did but ended up with the most famous, fat house cat in the world. Life spirals down fast as she struggles to keep everything together but with a stalkerish angel hot on her heels and the betrayal of a best friend on her mind, giving up and giving in looks mighty good from where she sits in the mundane middle.
Interestingly enough, I was looking for something to clean my palate after another novel left an awful taste in my mouth. This book just did the trick. Aside from Katrina’s off putting self deprecations, I enjoyed reading this for the most part. It had funny, quirky characters and a plot that didn’t evoke extreme emotions. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Not every read has to take you to extreme highs or lows. Sometimes, you just have to enjoy the moment.
The dynamics in the relationships between characters were a bit muddled and the eventual owner of Katrina’s heart even more so. For the first time, I am pretty much okay with this even though I struggled with Katrina’s inability to accept that she was somewhat in love with Vincent.
This was a feel-good story about a person’s fight to find purchase in the world. Who she is and what she’s good at. Frankly, it was painfully obvious to everyone but Katrina. But I still enjoyed reading the light bulb go off in her head.