Ever since I finished Honey I’ve been trying to figure out what it reminds me of, but so far–no dice. It’s a fun, touching story of a girl who hears her father call someone “Honey” on the phone and is trying to figure out who it is; her quest ultimately involves food poisoning, nail polish, cassette tapes, Dum Dums, and a wig. The ending is satisfying, and although the book itself is a simple one, Sarah Weeks does a good job of tying all of the threads–big and small–together at the end. Her writing style was possibly on the simple end of the scale for me, but it’s just the sort of style to make her books especially accessible for otherwise unenthusiastic readers.
Bottom line? This one is is short, sweet, and worth your time.