I’ll grant you that calling a sequel competent might come across as damning with faint praise, but I’m apparently too tired to think of a better description. (“More of the same” seemed worse to me.) And really, it’s a good description of The Memory of Lemon. Neely from The Cake Therapist is right about where we left her, working to make her bakery a success and divorce her philandering football player husband; another story from the past shares the spotlight. (I liked that story a bit better than Neely’s this time–mostly because the situation with Luke dragged on a bit long for my taste–but it covered more ground than its predecessor, and that possibly cost it some detail I would have appreciated.) Fans of The Cake Therapist will enjoy The Memory of Lemon, in the same way we enjoy seconds of a good dessert. The question now is whether the ending left enough room for a sequel–and I’m honestly not sure of the answer.