And Emily Henry had done it again.
Since they first met in college, Harriet and Wyn have been the ideal couple; they complement one another like lobster and rolls, honey and tea, and salt and pepper. However, they no longer do so for reasons they have yet to reveal. They ended their relationship six months ago, and still haven’t told their best friends.
They find themselves sharing the biggest bedroom in the Maine cottage that has been the rest of the group’s yearly holiday for the previous decade. Their annual getaway from the world, when for one brilliant, blue week they leave aside their everyday lives; enjoy copious amounts of cheese, wine, and seafood; and take in the salty coastal air with the people who understand them best.
When Emily Henry originally revealed that she was going to release a novel that contains the fake dating trope and the second chance romance trope, I knew I was ready to sell my first kid for this book. My God, this novel was the most realistic romance book I’ve ever read in a long time.
Harriet and Wyn as individuals are so different, yet similar to one other— which is why they get along extremely well. Dual timelines are usually a hit or miss for me, but this was certainly a hit. Every scenario in the past and the present intertwined so flawlessly. The parallels would constantly leave me astonished. Their friend circle were likewise quite realistic. I liked how the major climax of the narrative wasn’t only Harriet and Wyn’s relationship, but the friend group’s as well. It, itself, gave the characters so much depth. And much like any Emily Henry figures, the characters weren’t only black and white or one-dimensional. They’re characters you could literally see and meet everywhere.
A lot of people did not like the reason why Harriet and Wyn broke up, but me, myself, I thought it was realistic. Sure, I’ve ranted previously about why I despised the miscommunication cliche, but Emily Henry depicted the trope in a pretty realistic and adult way, and not in an immature way like other romance books. Harriet’s inclination to push everyone away, and Wyn’s worry of never being enough were conveyed so brilliantly in this novel. It clashes between their dynamic so effectively that it makes the misunderstanding bearable.
I must say, if Book Lovers was for the eldest child, People We Meet On Vacation was for the middle child, and Beach Read was for the only child, Happy Place is for the youngest child. It was a very minor portion of the book, but the older sister and younger sister contact at the very end of the book made me sob. It wasn’t even sad. It was just wholesome, and as an older sibling, this book had opened my eyes on the hardships and strain the youngest children encounter.
Compared to Emily Henry’s other books, this one was more complex. Like, yes, the others did focus on other types of love, but this one focused on every type of love you could ever think of in the best way possible. Romance was only one element, which is why I don’t think this should be considered as a romance novel like it’s marketed to be.
Overall, Happy Place was one astounding read to me, and I will recommend it wholeheartedly. However, Book Lovers still has my heart. And, by the way, Wyn has dethroned Gus as the best Emily Henry boyfriend for me.