Hey Guys! I will be hosting the blog tour for Tweet Cute By Emma Lord today! I am so thrilled to execute this blog tour because I fell in love with the novel while I was reading it and it was such a joy seeing how the plot advanced throughout the whole extent of the novel. So, I would like to take this time to thank Wednesday Books (St. Martin’s Press) for sending me an E-copy of this novel and inviting me to join this sumptuous blog tour!
Before we get into the review, I would like to furnish all of you with some essential information:
Release Date: 21st Of January 2020
Genre Of The Book: Contemporary Romance
Number Of Pages: 368
Without further ado, let us get into the review section of this novel!
Meet Pepper, swim team captain, chronic overachiever, and all-around perfectionist. Her family may be falling apart, but their massive fast-food chain is booming ― mainly thanks to Pepper, who is barely managing to juggle real life while secretly running Big League Burger’s massive Twitter account.
Enter Jack, class clown and a constant thorn in Pepper’s side. When he isn’t trying to duck out of his obscenely popular twin’s shadow, he’s busy working in his family’s deli. His relationship with the business that holds his future might be love/hate, but when Big League Burger steals his grandma’s iconic grilled cheese recipe, he’ll do whatever it takes to take them down, one tweet at a time.
All’s fair in love and cheese ― that is, until Pepper and Jack’s spat turns into a viral Twitter war. Little do they know, while they’re publicly duking it out with snarky memes and retweet battles, they’re also falling for each other in real life ― on an anonymous chat app Jack built.
As their relationship deepens and their online shenanigans escalate ― people on the internet are shipping them?? ― their battle gets more and more personal until even these two rivals can’t ignore they were destined for the most unexpected, awkward, all-the-feels romance that neither of them expected.
“Just two days ago Paige and I were blasting “Shake It Off” so loudly on a three-way Skype call with our dad that he threatened to start singing himself if we didn’t quit. At that point, considering he has neighbours on both sides of him, it was our civic responsibility to shut it down.”
Although this novel contains mild references of Taylor Swift, I thought that the referencing here is done better than it did in Again, But Better By Christine Riccio because the author did it subtly and it is, one way or another, relevant to the plotline. For example, the line above shows how loving the father is to her daughters and I live for that kind of relationship. I thought that Young Adult novels rarely showcase the relationship between parent-n-child and this should be a trend because I love these types of relationship so freaking much.
In this novel, we have two main protagonists: Jack and Pepper. Jack is Ethan’s twin and he is constantly in the shadow of his brother and he thinks that he is not good enough and ultimately, it traverses to the point where he thinks that he is unworthy of anything. The fact that he thinks that his brother is destined to perform transcendent acts in the world and he is predetermined to be left behind with his father’s shop perturbed me because all these pent-up insecurities are really relatable and I was really emotionally attached to these tiny moments in the novel.
Pepper is the other protagonist of the novel and I loved her character growth throughout the length of this book. She inaugurates with that 4.0 GPA and she has that ‘gotta-beat-everyone-in-school’ stance and slowly but surely, she evolves and the readers are able to get a glimpse of why she is stressing herself out with this motto. Her personal life is also illustrated to the readers and we could perceive how both her studies and her family issues are stressing her out. I was so enraptured when her chapters roll by because she has that snarky and malicious but yet, funny and kind personality combination that I cannot look anywhere else but the page and Pepper’s character development throughout the novel is phenomenal, she gradually grows out of her competitive standpoint and starts helping other people out with their homework. Not only that, she becomes more empathetic of the people around her which ultimately, makes her a better person.
For both of these characters, I thought the author did a very superb job in portraying study stress and creating a very solid yet messy in the sense that some of them could not get along family dynamics. I can literally feel the stress that they are feeling reverberating through the screen of my Kindle while I was reading the novel. I am glad that I read this last December because I really needed a character to relate to due to my own study stress (which is still an ongoing battle) and not only did I associate to one character but two which is totally perfect.
The pacing of this novel is like you are moving through the breeze or rather, you are one with the breeze. It is paced like a thriller and I thought it was very well done as all the information can be retained and none of it will be left stranded in the unknown. Personally, I read this in 2 days and I brand myself as a slow reader. Therefore, if you are a fast reader, you would be able to complete this novel in a day or so.
“”Good, good. You should get to know him. Invite him over sometimes” My jaw drops. I know she went to high school in the nineties, but that does not excuse this fundamental misunderstanding of how teenage social interaction works.”
I loved the romance in this novel. Although it does not happen until the 50% point in the novel, I thought that it was worth the wait because the author builds up the romance subtly and deliberately creates the tension between both of our protagonists to make us root for their relationship to become a thing. I am glad that the author did not take the insta-love route. If she did, I would not have enjoyed this novel as much because one of my recent pet peeves is love at first sight and oh my goodness, it is ridiculous. What if the person turns out to be a killer!? What would you do!? Oops, I got carried away. Well, moving on.
I thought the writing style for this novel was eloquent, elliptical and idiomatic. The author is able to articulate the thoughts of the characters by making it accessible for the readers to understand and I loved how elliptical and at the same time, eloquent the writing style is. It accommodated me gallantly. In addition, the author has this colloquial way of writing that adds a nice touch to the novel.
However, I did not get attached to the characters in the first 20% of the novel. I found the beginning of the story to be a little bland, lack-lustred and uninspiring but everything changes after that first 20% because I started to savour the novel even more and towards the end, I started bawling because it touched me in areas that I did not know existed and yeah, it was a pleasant experience to feel so much anger, sadness and happiness for a romance novel.
In conclusion, I am proferring this novel with a verdict of 80%. I thought it was a solid novel and it definitely deserves all the hype that it has gotten. Do give this novel a try if you are interested in what I had said.
“Tweet Cute delivers in every possible way: a perfect enemies-to-lovers romance, a whip-smart plotline, and endearingly real characters. I devoured it.” – Francesca Zappia, author of Eliza and Her Monsters.
“Sweet and fun! An adorable debut that updates a classic romantic trope with a buzzy twist.” – Jenn Bennett, author of Alex, Approximately and Serious Moonlight.
“A witty rom-com reinvention for the Twitter age, Tweet Cute pairs delicious online rivalry with deeply relatable insights on family pressure and growing up. This fresh, funny read had us hitting ‘favourite’ from page one.” – Emily Wibberley and Austin Siegemund-Broka, authors of Always Never Yours and If I’m Being Honest.
“Look.” I glance into the classroom, where Ethan is thoroughly distracted by Stephen and no longer keeping an eye on us. “I may have . . . overreacted.”
Pepper shakes her head. “I told you. I get it. It’s your family.”
“Yeah. But it’s also—well, to be honest, this has been kind of good for business.”
Pepper’s brow furrows, that one little crease returning. “What, the tweets?”
“Yeah.” I scratch the back of my neck, sheepish. “Actually, we had a line out the door yesterday. It was kind of intense.”
“That’s . . . that’s good, right?”
The tone of my voice is clearly not matching up with the words I’m saying, but if I’m being honest, I’m still wary of this whole overnight business boom. And if I’m being honest, I’m even more wary of Pepper. If this really is as much of a family business as she claims it is—to the point where she’s helping run the Twitter handle, when even I know enough about corporate Twitter accounts to know entire teams of experienced people get paid to do that—then she might have had more of a hand in this whole recipe theft thing than she’s letting on.
The fact of the matter is, I can’t trust her. To the point of not knowing whether I can even trust her knowing how our business is doing, or just how badly we need it.
“Yeah, um, I guess.” I try to make it sound noncommittal. My acting skills, much like my breakfast-packing skills, leave much to be desired.
“So . . .”
Pepper presses her lips into a thin line, a question in her eyes.
“So, I guess—if your mom really wants you to keep tweeting . . .”
“Wait. Yesterday you were pissed. Two minutes ago you were pissed.”
“I am pissed. You stole from us,” I reiterate. “You stole from an eighty-five-year-old woman.”
“Yeah, yeah, but still. You’re them, and I’m . . . her. It’s like a choose your fighter situation, and we just happen to be the ones up to bat.”
“So you’re saying—you don’t not want me to keep this up?”
“The way I see it, you don’t have to make your mom mad, and we get a few more customers in the door too.”
Pepper takes a breath like she’s going to say something, like she’s going to correct me, but after a moment, she lets it go. Her face can’t quite settle on an expression, toeing the line between dread and relief.
I answer by opening the container she handed me. The smell that immediately wafts out of it should honestly be illegal; it stops kids I’ve never even spoken to in their tracks.
“Are you a witch?” I ask, reaching in and taking a bite of one. It’s like Monster Cake, the Sequel—freaking Christmas in my mouth. I already want more before I’ve even managed to chew. My eyes close as if I’m experiencing an actual drug high—and maybe I am, because I forget myself entirely and say, “This might even be better than our Kitchen Sink Macaroons.”
“Kitchen Sink Macaroons?”
Eyes open again. Yikes. Note to self: dessert is the greatest weapon in Pepper’s arsenal. I swallow my bite so I can answer her.
“It’s kind of well-known, at least in the East Village. It even got in some Hub Seed roundup once. I’d tell you to try some, but you might steal the recipe, so.”
Pepper smiles, then—actually smiles, instead of the little smirk she usually does. It’s not startling, but what it does to me in that moment kind of is.
Before I can examine the unfamiliar lurch in my stomach, the bell rings and knocks the smile right off her face. I follow just behind her, wondering why it suddenly seems too hot in here, like they cranked the air up for December instead of October. I dismiss it by the time I get to my desk—probably just all the Twitter drama and the glory of So Sorry Blondies getting to my head.
“One rule,” she says, as we sit in the last two desks in the back of the room.
I raise my eyebrows at her.
“We don’t take any of it personally.” She leans forward on her desk, leveling with me, her bangs falling into her face. “No more getting mad at each other. Cheese and state.”
“What happens on Twitter stays on Twitter,” I say with a nod of agreement. “Okay, then, second rule: no kid gloves.”
Mrs. Fairchild is giving that stern look over the room that never quite successfully quiets anyone down. Pepper frowns, waiting for me to elaborate.
“I mean—no going easy on each other. If we’re going to play at this, we’re both going to give it our A game, okay? No holding back because we’re . . .”
Friends, I almost say. No, I’m going to say. But then—
“I’d appreciate it if even one of you acknowledged the bell with your silence,” Mrs. Fairchild grumbles.
I turn to Pepper, expecting to find her snapping to attention the way she always does when an adult comes within a hundred feet of disciplining her. But her eyes are still intent on me, like she is sizing something up—like she’s looking forward to something I haven’t anticipated yet.
“All right. No taking it personally. And no holding back.”
She holds her hand out for me to shake again, under the desk so Mrs. Fairchild won’t see it. I smile and shake my head, wondering how someone can be so aggressively seventeen and seventy-five at the same time, and then I take it. Her hand is warm and small in mine, but her grip is surprisingly firm, with a pressure that almost feels like she’s still got her fingers wrapped around mine even after we let go.
I turn back to the whiteboard, a ghost of a smirk on my face. “Let the games begin.”
Emma Lord is a digital media editor and writer living in New York City, where she spends whatever time she isn’t writing either running or belting show tunes in community theatre. She graduated from the University of Virginia with a major in psychology and a minor in how to tilt your computer screen so nobody will notice you updating your fan fiction from the back row. She was raised on glitter, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of love. Her sun sign is Hufflepuff, but she is a Gryffindor rising. TWEET CUTE is her debut novel. You can find her geeking out online at @dilemmalord on Twitter.
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