Arleta Starstone is wonderful baker. Having lost her parents at 16, our main character is deeply traumatized. Understandable but please, have at least a little bit of faith in yourself. Especially when there are people who tell you that you truly ARE a formidable baker and that actually DO care for you!
But no, she constantly cries about how she can’t do anything, should not participate in the great bake off, doesn’t deserve love or friendship.
I do like characters that doubt themselfes and have a good development, don’t get me wrong. But this went on nearly all the time and then suddenly, poof, she’s like “yeah actually I AM good!” It wasn’t believable at all.
I really wanted to love this book because cozy fantasy, magic and pastries sound great! But sadly, not this time.
