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A review by yanners
The Love That Split the World by Emily Henry
2.0
Watch me try (and fail spectacularly) to wheedle out an affinity with Emily Henry.
It’s just one of those things when all I can say is that the universe enjoys turning the tables on me to drive me closer to an existential crisis.
But let’s not turn it into a me thing (since it’s such an obvious me thing) and blame it all on our heartthrob teenage star Beau.
(To Beau, accusatory glare activated) Oh don’t you look flustered. Dunking cereal in beer is as sure an offence I’ve ever seen against the self-respecting people of cereal and milk. Just imagining the blending of both flavours is criminal enough that its outmatched all cereal-before-milk scandals and convinced me that you need to be put down. ASAP.
For that, I wish that you’d stew in a pot of boiling gravy and only drink bittergourd soup for the rest of your life.
2.5 stars
It’s just one of those things when all I can say is that the universe enjoys turning the tables on me to drive me closer to an existential crisis.
But let’s not turn it into a me thing (since it’s such an obvious me thing) and blame it all on our heartthrob teenage star Beau.
(To Beau, accusatory glare activated) Oh don’t you look flustered. Dunking cereal in beer is as sure an offence I’ve ever seen against the self-respecting people of cereal and milk. Just imagining the blending of both flavours is criminal enough that its outmatched all cereal-before-milk scandals and convinced me that you need to be put down. ASAP.
For that, I wish that you’d stew in a pot of boiling gravy and only drink bittergourd soup for the rest of your life.
2.5 stars