If Aimee Bender’s The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake and the story Chocolat have anything in common, it’s that I was constantly watering at the mouth throughout the narrative. If The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake and The Corrections have anything in common, it’s that their last lines shine as ones I won’t soon forget. And if Lemon Cake shines in one particular way, it’s by doing what so many lesser paranormal romances du jour struggle so hard to accomplish, all the while falling so short of Bender in the attempt: there is a core of magic tucked within the concrete world surrounding these characters, folded in like an egg yolk into batter.
