Greetings, readers and bakers! So far November is living up to all my expectations. I haven’t turned on the heat upstairs, which means instead of working in my office I’ve been working in the living room. I have no complaints. This week I’m talking about three beautifully quiet novels that deal with grief. I write a lot about how much I enjoy queer books about human experiences that aren’t specifically queer—i.e. suffering that isn’t queer suffering. But I also love books that do delve into the nuances of particular queer experiences. These books (for the most part) aren’t just about grief, but about the specificity of queer grief.