Honey Butter is one of those rare books that is pure magic. I don’t think any words I write can accurately capture the essence of this story, but I can certainly try to find some.
Warning: (mild) spoilers ahead!
The premise of the book—a somewhat overlooked child finding solace in paint chips—is endearing. Jamie is such a beautiful, well-written character. Like any seven-year-old, she is naïve, slightly aloof, and has a wondrous imagination. She makes mistakes, but she has such a good heart. The reader knows Jamie within a few pages. It is impossible to meet Jamie and not smile at least once a chapter.
Laren is also a wonderful, detailed character. She remains remarkably positive, regardless of the troubles she’s endured. Jamie is entranced by her, and the sister-like relationship that emerges goes beyond heartwarming.
The setting—and the language describing it—can only be described by “ebullient ”, as Laren would say. The summertime vibes are so strong—I wanted to jump out of my snow-filled world and into Winchester Court. I could almost feel the sunshine on my arms as I read this, even though my town hasn’t really seen the sun since September. Florence encapsulates a child’s interpretation of summer flawlessly.
Everyone should read Honey Butter at least once. This is the perfect book for a bad day because it will inevitably make you smile.