I’m lucky enough to be part of the Sweet 16s, a community for all the 2016 debut YA/MG authors. One of the best things about being part of that community is that I get to read people’s books before anyone else! (MWAHAHA)
I finished it last night and this is what I wrote on Twitter. I mean every word I say:
It took me awhile to read Emily Henry’s THE LOVE THAT SPLIT THE WORLD, not because it wasn’t immersive but because the book know its a Southern drawl, wry and drawn out, burning. Like honey bourbon and summer thunderstorms the size of myths. But when it sank its claws in me, I was ruined. Henry’s debut wrung out my soul. It was sophisticated and depply felt. It was witty and I aspire to Natalie and Megan’s conversations because that level of friendship is sublime. Henry writes about love in a way that’s visceral, tactile. So do I think you’ll like it? I don’t know. Do you like nectar-rich prose? Wit and myth and legends? Do you want to feel like Time is something you can grab a fistful of? Do you want to read a book like a slow dance and lightning? Then YES. Read it. Weep on it. Order now.