The title and cover of Beach Read evoke sunny skies, the smell of Hawaiian Tropic and sand in places you don’t want to imagine, but beyond the romance and humor that fill the pages, there’s something delightfully sharp about this book. Read it at the beach, on the toilet – I don’t care. Just read this book.
When author meets author, it’s an age-old tale
January Andrews is suffering from writer’s block. To try to kick it, and more importantly because it’s free and she’s broke, she heads to her late father’s beach house for a change of scenery. The house delivers. It’s full of memories she’d rather not face and sits right next door to the house where her college crush-cum-writing rival lives. What are the chances?
Augustus Everett is a lovely distraction and January’s opposite. She lives for that HEA and he considers it a waste if all his characters are alive and well at the end of a book. But clearly their methods aren’t working at the moment, so on a drunken evening, they decide to switch genres. She’ll write the next great literary downer, and he’ll pen a swoony rom-com. Whoever sells their book first gets ultimate bragging rights and all the glowing cover blurbs you could want. Readers, you know what happens when two characters make a bet.
I’ve found my new favorite ship
January and Gus are practically perfect in every way. Their dialogue sizzles. I wish I were half as witty and quick-thinking as one of them. Their relationship had the perfect inevitability that I want from a romance novel. They were refreshingly open and honest about how they felt without any of the will they/won’t they drama that usually comes with this type of storyline. That’s not to say there isn’t plenty of drama in this book, but it’s the kind that feels believable. No one gets caught in a silly lie that gets blown out of proportion. No one has a deep, dark secret that they unveil at the worst moment. Their problems were genuine, heart-wrenching problems that a lot of us face in life and our relationships.
Beach Read is without a doubt the best book I’ve read so far in 2020. It falls in line with my favorite romances that I read over and over. Emily Henry maintains the perfect recipe of swoon-worthy romance, snort into your kindle humor, and I’m not crying, you’re crying heart and depth. This is one of those books that I will recommend obnoxiously to everyone. Starting now, with this review. So get going – you won’t want to sleep on this one.
Emily is an interior designer by day, book nerd by night. When not talking aloud to her cat, Luna (named after the Luna you're thinking of, hopefully), she can be found scrolling through Netflix for hours, until finally giving up and snuggling in bed with her kindle because she's already watched all of the good stuff. She loves donuts of all shapes and sizes, Chipotle burritos, and alpacas (not to eat - shouldn’t have paired that with two other food items…). If you want to get on her good side, bring up Harry Potter, true crime, or podcasts - better yet something that combines all three.