Love Notes and Zanzibar

Isa's life is certainly no bed of roses. It's more of a snot-covered, hole-in-the-duvet... Is that... What is that? Dried banana? Heartbroken and depressed after suffering an emotionally crippling tragedy, her world had been nothing but tears and pain for the past two years. Unable to ignore the needs of her cherub-faced daughter-or the pile of unpaid bills on her coffee table-any longer, Isa accepts a position at the local ice cream parlor. She's (mostly fully prepared for long nights of cleaning sour milk, sweeping spoons and straw wrappers, and finding the occasional teenagers sneaking kisses behind the store. What she never prepared herself for, however; was the note. One small envelope sealed in wax with the initials J. R. R. left with a deep red rose, a cozy little dish of Zanzibar ice cream is just the small spark Isa's needed to feel again. Each additional note, filled with compliments and curious observations, has Isa desperate to find her mystery admirer. Perhaps he can be the one to warm her iced-over heart, to help her remember how to smile. To give her a second chance at love.