Casey is a 31-year-old aspiring writer with crushing student loan debts that she acquired after blowing off a golf scholarship.  Barely keeping the creditors at bay, she waits tables at a posh Boston restaurant, where she meets Oscar, a charming, established author who is a dozen or so years her senior.  Oscar, whose wife died of cancer, is now the single parent of two ridiculously delightful boys.  Casey is grieving as well, as the death of her mother a year ago under weird circumstances seems to have fueled Casey’s panic attacks.  Meanwhile, Casey is also stringing Silas along.  He is an aspiring writer himself and falls more in her age bracket and peer group.  While she has an embarrassment of riches in the romance department, her already precarious financial situation takes a nosedive; she loses her job, learns that the space she rents is about to be sold, and discovers a possible cancerous lump.  This confluence of bad news would drive anyone to panic attacks, and writing is the balm that soothes her.  Plus, she eventually has to choose between the two men in her life.  She and Oscar’s lively and witty banter, not to mention his adorable sons, made me root for him, but she lusts after Silas in a completely different way, and he seems almost as broken as she is.  Bottom line:  I loved everything about this novel—the characters, the writing, and the storyline, which starts to fizzle near the end but then bursts into flower.  I did not expect that this book could top Euphoria, but this book has more heart and a more endearing cast.